A EUROVISION TRADITION
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I have four true friends. We were part of the original gang, way back in our Uni days. One way and another we've all remained friends for all that time, since we were all 18. That's getting on for 40 years! How about that!
But this is a story about something that happened a while ago. Less than a year after I came out in my mid-thirties. Back then we were all still
young (ish), well, in our mid-thirties anyway.
We had met up for a long lunch one Satuday in London. The gang of four. A light lunch and a bottle of Chardonay. I'm not sure why it is always Chardonay, since two of us prefer red wine and a third prefers pino, but there you are.
There's Nicky - the matriarch. The woman who served as Treasurer for a local town's horticultural society for the past five years, during which time it always made a healthy profit. The reason being (according to hushed whispers well outside Nicky's earshot) that it was bound to make a profit as long the purse strings are controlled by someone who "everyone's afraid of." Married, four children, & rules her kids, her husband and almost everyone else for that matter with a rod of iron. A forthright, confident, organiser. Scarey, very scarey. But her heart always seems to be in the right place and there's no one better to always have your back.
Oh, I remember why it's always Chardonay now - Nicky likes Chardonay.
Then there's Tina - the peacemaker. Always wants everyone to just get along. Married with two kids, a bit of a hippy. Her life revolves around her children's social and school lives. A wicked sense of humour at times. The most "mum"-like of all of us and a great one for looking after people. Probably, if truth be told, she is the social glue that's held us all together over the years.
Then there's Emma, or Ems as we all call her. The loud, wild one! Never married, serially promiscuous, prides herself on having shagged more men than any other woman in the western hemisphere and models her entire life on the Sally Bowles character from the film Cabaret.
Finally, there's me of course. My name is Zoe and I am the gay one. I was never originally the gay one. I used to be the quiet one. I was quiet, a bit shy and very conventional. I was a late starter with boys and, I was always the one that had less success with men than any of the others. Mr Right will come along eventually everyone said. But I only had three boyfriends in my life and none of them lasted much more than a year at most. There was never any hint of scandal. Much of my adult life was spent as the slightly awkward, gawky, singleton. The only time I ever came out of my shell was on the odd occasin when I got drunk (much to the amusement of my friends). Until bang! I was suddenly transformed like a butterfly bursting from her crysalis into a chirpy, humourous, surprisingly outgoing, dyke.
All four of us were sitting outside, it was a sunny day in late April. Nice enough to sit out.
Nicky put down her glass of Chardonay with some precision and glanced across the table at Tina. Her gaze, at times, could be a little disconcerting. Nicky was, without doubt, an alpha female and most women who fell under her gaze tended to feel a little like a butterfly that had been suddenly pinned into a butterfly collector's display case. "So Tina, is Marcia going to be organising one of those Eurovision night bashes this year?"
"Well..." said Tina a little awkwardly. "I think so...I mean...I think she's sending out some invites soon..."
"I'm not invited I take it." said Ems, swilling back a mouthful of wine. "This is going down well, what about another bottle everyone?"
"Well..." said Tina a little awkwardly. "I've had a word about it with her and...well...she said would consider it..."
"Don't be riddiculous Tina." said Nicky "We go through this every year. That woman's list of people she approves of dwindles every year. She hasn't invited either Ems or myself for years. I doubt if that will change. The only question is, will she invite Zoe this year?"
"Well..." began Tina.
"You mean no." Interrupted Nicky. "And her reasons? As if I couldn't guess."
"Well, she's not really given a reason specifically..." floundered Tina. "I think...she said...well, she's a bit offish about ... well... Zoe being a lesbian these days."
"Awww!" said Ems. "What a bitch! I mean, I've always said she was a bitch (which is maybe why she doesn't invite me). But poor Zoe. 'You can't come because you're a lesbian'. What the fuck?"
I made a sad face and tried to look hurt (even if I was in fact a bit relieved not to be invited to Marcia's party). A wicked devil girl Zoe popped up on my shoulder and whispered in my ear "Just think, the more outrageously lesbian-like you behave, the easier it will be to avoid having anything to do with Marcia in future."
Nicky just rolled her eyes. "And I suppose the irony of banning someone from a Eurovision party because they are gay failed to register with our
dear Marcia."
"I did, kind of, point that out but..." began Tina.
"My dear," interjected Nicky. "Perhaps it would be easier to ask how many people are actually going rather than run through the long list of the persona non-grata."
"Well, aside from me and Marcia," said Tina "About ...ten people I think. So far."
"Twelve!" declared Nicky. "Seriously! Twelve! Good grief I remember years ago there would be forty or fifty people there. That was back when her sister used to organise everything of course. I knew that numbers had dwindled since Alexa shot off to live in America but I didn't realise it had got that bad! I bet if Alexa was still around we'd all be invited and so would everyone else who has somehow made it onto that woman's blacklist."
"Yeah, how is Alexa these days anyway? Not seen that one for ages." said Ems.
"She's now doing that Amazon voice thing isn't she." I suggested.
Ems cuffed me. "You are naughty."
"She's working at the same place I think." said Tina. "But I'm not sure."
"I miss her." said Ems. "Do you guys remember when she organised the first Eurovision night. Back at Uni in her digs. It was just us girls, a few bottles of plonk and some pizza. That was actually fun. There were only eight of us that first time weren't there."
"That's right." said Nicky. "It was just us, Alexa, Jane, Bev and that girl that was Alexa's flat mate whose name I can never remember. Goodness, that seems like a lifetime ago!"
"Yeah, that's right. Do you know what, we started that thing." said Ems. "Alexa's in the states and who knows where the other guys are. We are the only ones left of the original crew and three of us aren't even invited anymore!"
"I am trying to work on Marcia." said Tina. "I'll remind her of that, maybe that will bring her around."
"I don't know if I want to go now anyway." said Ems. "Not inviting Zoe just because Zoe is gay - that really sucks. That's nasty."
"I'm sorry Zoe." said Tina. "I really tried to convince her to invite you. But she's...well...she's just homophobic I suppose..."
"Homophobic! Pah!" said Nicky. "Don't make excuses for the woman. The real reason Zoe is not invited is for the same reason we aren't invited and the same reason the other thirty or so other 'undesirables' are not invited. It's because she's a bitch."
"She's not as bad that." said Tina. "She just finds it awkward dealing with people you see. She's her own worst enemy. I keep saying to her why not invite Zoe and she'll say 'that dyke makes me uncomfortable' but then when I say why not invite 'Steve and Anne' she'll say 'those two are rude' and then with someone else 'she always outstays her welcome'. I run through the list with her and try and talk her round but she doesn't...."
"Exactly." said Nicky. "Bitch!"
"Actually, I haven't spoke to her for eight months now." I said putting on a faux sad face. "she don't like dyke-me."
"I haven't spoken to her for nearly a year." said Ems. "And I was banned from that party four years ago. So that trumps you Zoe."
Ems took another sip of her wine and plonked down the glass. "She say anything about why she's not inviting me?" She asked with a mischievous smile.
"Not really...well...just the usual..." said Tina. "That you'll probably turn up with an inappropriate man in tow and something about you having probably had sex with 100 different men over the years..."
"That's outrageous!" shouted Ems, slapping her hand on the table. She then took another sip of wine and looked thoughtful for a moment. "I've definitely had sex with way more men than that! She's right about rocking up with an inappropriate man in tow though. In fact I'd make a point of picking one out specially!"
"If I tried chatting her up, might that help?" I said. "Perhaps that would change her mind?"
Ems laughed. Nicky chortled.
"You're not helping Zoe." said Tina.
"I would pay good money to see that." said Ems. "But, anyway, I can understand why Zoe and I get blackballed. But what about you Nicky? She's never invited you. She won't even give a reason."
"I bet she won't." said Nicky. "If you must know, I think it is because I told her a few home truths a few years ago and the woman's been in a huff about it ever since."
"Seriously?!" said Ems. "Do tell more?"
"Funny isn't it. She lectures everyone about Ems being a slapper and Zoe being an immoral lesbian without worrying for a moment about how upsetting her remarks might be. But as soon as someone points out one of her flaws, the woman loses the plot. A case of 'can dish it out but can't take it' if you ask me."
"...well... that and the fact that she's frightened of you Nicky." said Tina. "To be fair you terrify her. And she's jealous of you ... and you make her feel inadequate I think."
"Why on earth would she think that!" snapped Nicky. "The woman is rich, she has a big house, what cause has she to be jealous of anyone?"
"True." said Tina. "But I think the problem is that she's not quite as rich as you and her house isn't quite as big as yours..."
"Hrmph." said Nicky. "Stupid woman."
"Anyway." said Ems, downing the rest of her wine. "Let's just say us three won't be going this year. So it looks like it will be down to you Tina."
"Oh dear." whispered Tina. "I'll try and talk her round. The sad thing is, every year we go through this. Then only a dozen people turn up and then she's upset at there not being many people there."
Nicky rolled her eyes.
"That is what makes Marcia so funny though isn't it." said Ems. "We wouldn't put up with her at all if it weren't for the fact that her own antisocial behaviour didn't keep getting her into such riddiculous situations."
"Well. Be that as it may. It's clear we will all just have to make other plans." said Nicky. "Actually I am not around for Eurovision night anyway. I will be in Singapore."
"What about you two?" asked Tina, looking at Ems and I a little concerned.
"Do you know what." said Ems. "Zoe and I are going to have our own Eurovision party! We were part of the original crew. It's our party, so we're having it!"
"...we are?" I said.
"Yes we are!" said Ems. "Girl's night in at my place. Just like in the old days! Euro flags on walls, hell, rainbow flags on the walls too! Order a Pizza, bottle of red wine. Sorted! Way better than rocking up to Marcia's dreadful bash. What do you say Zoe, you in?"
"I'm in!" I smiled. At the same moment I wondered "What on earth have I let myself in for?" A night with the legendary Ems. I'd be lucky to survive that with my liver intact.
Eurovision night arrived and I turned up at Ems with a bottle of red wine as planned. I was looking forward to it actually. It would be nice to get drunk with Ems and have a laugh, it had been a long time since we'd done that - too long. Ems was always fun company.
It would be strange meeting up like this for the first time since I came out. It also felt a bit strange because I fancied Ems. I always had, although before I had tried hard to put it out of my mind. But she was sexy and that was that. Slightly shorter than average height, mousey hair that went down to her collar, a warm cheeky smile, blue eyes and a sexy curvey body. Oh my god, it only occured to me in that moment, just how much I really wanted to stroke her sexy breasts. I always had wanted to. How about that? "Control yourself Zoe." I told myself.
Ems flung open the door and there she was, beaming all over, holding a a small european flag in one hand and a small rainbow flag in the other.
"Hurray! Eurovision!" she cried as she waved the little flags. "In you come Zoe, I've lined you up a glass of red already! Oh goodie, you got more wine. I was a bit worried two bottles might not be enough."
And with that I was swept into Ems flat. Ems was in jeans and t-shirt and was skipping around barefoot (which was very sexy) in her usual enthusiastic way, waving her flags and laughing. Ems was someone who lived her life drunk with over-enthusiasum for life itself. She was a force of nature that you either went along with, or got consumed by.
We curled up on Ems sofa together with a glass of red each to watch the start of the contest. I slipped off my shoes to get comfy and sipped my wine.
"Songs will probably all be rubbish again this year, but what the hell," said Ems. "Oh, I bought some cheese snacky things to go with the wine, want some?"
Without waiting for an answer she skipped off out to the kitchen again.
We sat and watched the first couple of turns, sipping wine, snacking and joking. Ems curled up on the sofa beside me, resting her pretty soft feet gently against my thigh. So sexy. I savoured the soft incidental touch, the promxity of her, making my heart beat a little faster.
But subtlety was never the way of Ems and after the third song she casually asked. "So, how many girls you shagged since Christmas then?"
I felt really awkward. Why had I not expected this? This was Ems after all. Of course she would ask that.
Nervously, I replied. "Two..."
"Two in four and a half months? OK. I still outscore you. I've done four guys. If you think you could stand the pace, we could make a competition out of it if you like? We could tally at the end of the year. I bet I could do more guys than you can do girls!"
It was half a joke and she laughed and rose her glass for a toast but I knew her well enough to know she would love me to agree to something like that.
"I haven't become a total hedonist yet Ems." I joked.
"Oh, really, why not?" came the reply.
"Well..." but I never finished my reply before Ems interupted again.
"Hey, check out these guys." she said pointing at the telly. "These guys are funny. Poland I think."
I was relieved to return my attention to the screen. Ems' sexy feet stroked against my thigh as she shifted in her seat, making me shiver a little with sexual arousal.
We watched another couple of songs, laughing, relaxing, joking, drinking wine ... and enjoying Ems intimate proximity. Then we ordered pizza.
Ems opened the second bottle and as she handed me the glass she asked "Now you've been with some girls, what kind of things do you like doing with another girl? I've often wondered, you know, what sort of things would feel nicest?"
"Well..." I began hesitantly.
"Don't be coy." said Ems, sitting down and snuggling right up close to me and nestling her smiling face on my shoulder. "It would really be nice to know."
I felt her warm soft body snuggling against mine. It felt good. Oh I did fancy her so much! I had blinded myself to quite how hot she was before. No wonder so many men went for her.
The door bell rang for our Pizza. Ems lept up and skipped out of the room to get the door.
She soon returned triumphantly with the Pizza's and snuggled back into me to eat them whilst we listened to the next couple of acts. I noticed she was sitting up close to me, leaning into me so as we touched, just as if she was my girlfriend. She felt close and, softly intimate. It felt nice. I was happy to be with her in that moment. It was a lovely moment.
I wondered why she was doing it. Perhaps she fancied me? If that was so ...the very thought of it sent a shiver of excitement through me. Perhaps she just wanted to make her lesbian friend feel warm and loved. If that was so, that was even sweeter, even nicer. Every time I turned my head a little I could smell the soft, subtle, scent of her hair, the scent of her. I drank it in. Oh my god, no wonder this woman had managed to seduce so many men.
After a while she turned to me and said softly. "So seriously, Zoe. What kind of things do you like doing with girls? What floats your boat?"
"Are you sure you really want to know?" I replied.
"Of course." said Ems. "You're my only lesbian friend. How else am I going to find out?"
"By trying it yourself maybe." I said, trying to make a joke of it.
"I might be tempted, with the right girl!" said Ems, snuggling into me and rubbing her head on my shoulder like a cat. "If she tells me what she likes..."
"Are you serious Ems?" I almost whispered, feeling very aroused. "I never knew you were interested in that sort of thing?"
"We never knew you were a lesbian until recently Zoe." said Ems. "So how do you know I'm not? Perhaps I'm a bit bi-curious. Isn't that what its called? So, spill the beans, what do you like? Graphic details please!"
"Well...you know..." I said a little awkwardly.
Ems planted a delicate kiss on my neck and whisper in my ear "Do tell..."
"Well" I whispered as I reached over and tentatively ran my finger in a circular motion around her left breast. Touching her breast through her t-shirt only just firmly enough for her to feel it. "I like to play with other girl's breasts."
I could feel Ems shift in her seat to present her breasts to me to allow me to feel them. She smiled at me in a seductive way. "That sounds very nice." she said "What do you think you'll like most about my breasts."
"Oh." I said, cupping her left breast gently in my hand and softly squeezing it. "Holding it...caressing it...feeling your nipple firming up with pleasure under your t-shirt..." I smiled into her eyes as I could feel her nipple firming under my fingers. I rubbed my index finger slowly around her firm nipple. "...and then licking and sucking your sexy nipple Ems."
She kissed me gently on the neck. "What else?" she cooed.
"Well." I said softly, daring to move my hand away from her breast to gently squeeze her knee. "There's ....masturbation ... of course..." I drew my hand slowly and delicately up the inside of Ems thigh until my fingers gently stroked the zip of her jeans to simulate stroking her pussy a couple of times before I withdrew my hand. I winked at her a took a drink of my wine.
"hmmm...that sounds nice the way you put it." purred Ems. "I kind of guessed that one...what else do you really like?"
"Well." I said, lowering my wine glass. "There's licking of course." I looked her straight in the eye, half opened my mouth and touched the tip of my tongue against my top lip three times to signal oral sex and then gave Ems my sweetest smile.
"I love to be licked." said Ems. "Not all men are keen about doing that. Which is boring of them! I'd imagine you'd be much better than them, with all the practise you've probably been getting!"
"I love the taste and smell of a girl, when I lick her." I said softly. "I think it is what I like best. And I love to watch her enjoy the taste and smell of me too..."
"Ah, yes, I was afraid you were going to bring that one up....this is one where I might have a bit ... of an issue ... you see..."
Ems floundering when talking about sex was a thing unheard of. But here it was, happening before my very eyes, I could hardly believe it!
"Wow Ems!" I said "Are you going coy on me now?"
"Thing is Zoe." said Ems, screwing up her nose a little. "I don't like the idea of ... you know ... licking another girl down below. Sorry. I know its ... its just I have a thing about that."
"Wow." I said. "Yeah, but .... you suck cocks right?"
"I know." said Ems.
"So hows licking a pussy any different?"
"Because I have a pussy." said Ems. "I know what pussies are like. Look its not really a rational thing. Its just ... some people don't like Apple Pie ... that's all I'm saying."
"Wow. I never thought I'd see the legendary Ems shy away from anything to do with sex!"
"Yeah. Don't tell anyone. I've got a reputation to keep up!" said Ems a little panicked. "Anyway, what else. I bet you play with dildos and vibrators and toys with other girls! Please tell me you do!"
"I do." I said, and reaching on Ems table, I picked up an empty tube of pringles and pointed one end directly at Ems crotch before simulating thrusting it in and out of her.
"Sounds like fun." said Ems, spreading her legs appart a little as if to accomodate the imaginary sex toy.
"You got a vibrator we could use Ems?" I asked idly, still playfully simulating using one on her, rubbing the top of the tube against her jeans where her clit would be and jiggering it to simulate vibration. "bzzzzz."
"Yeah, but ... an old one. The battery's run out I fear. So no bzzzz."
"Of course it has." I placed the tube back on the table and took a sip of wine. "Chronic overuse I suppose?"
"Yep!" said Ems and we both laughed.
"Can still use it without its battery I suppose." I said wistfully. "Not the same with no bzzzz though."
"How about strap-ons?" asked Ems, raising her eyebrows and taking a big gulp of her wine.
"A girl fucked me once." I said. "It felt raw, rough and dirty. Made me cum hard!"
"Wow!" said Ems. "Now that sounds fun, you got one with you?"
"No." I said. "What do you think, I carry some emergency lesbian kit bag around with me everywhere? I thought I was just coming over here for a drink, a laugh and a pizza! Not a vigorous strap-on fucking from my best friend!"
We both laughed.
"How about scissoring then? Whats that like?" asked Ems.
"Great." I replied. "If you are a couple of teenage gymnasts!"
"Wow!" said Ems. "I am so going to look at the women's gymnastics at the olympics in a whole different way!"
"No. Just plain old humping is more fun than scissoring." I said.
"Ooo, how's that work?"
"There are various ways, all of them hot." I said. "I can show you one if you like?"
"OK, I'm game." said Ems, nuzzling my shoulder with her head.
I stood up and put my wine down on the coffee table and turned to face her and then said "Sit on the edge of the sofa Ems. That's it. Hold onto the edge and spread your legs appart a bit."
Ems did so and I slowly walked up close to her, ensuring I approached her with her right knee between my legs. I then slowly lowered myself so that eventually my groin nestled against the soft upper part of her leg. I lent forward and slowly humped her leg as I kissed her. I hitched up my skirt so that my knickers rubbed against her leg and continued to grind, letting the soft warm feel of her leg stimulate my juices and slowly wetten my knickers.
"It works like this." I sighed. Planting kisses on her cheek. "You can do it lying down too. Facing each other or doggy style. It's nice, soft and warm. Easy as humping a pillow but much nicer. And... if you do it spoon style..."
"Yeah." whispered Ems, then we paused to kiss, "I'd like to hear about spoon style."
"If we do it spoon style..." I rubbed my groin firmly and slowly from near to her knee all the way up as close as I could get to her groin. "If we do it spoon style..." I could feel my knickers getting wet, I wondered if I would make a sexy damp patch on Ems jeans...I hoped so... "...you could wrap your legs around my left leg. Then you could reach around and masturbate me, whilst you hump my left leg and bum cheek. Long....slow...and smeering your very wet sexy girlmess all over my leg..."
"Sounds hot."
"...or..." I said, rising a little reluctantly from our pleasurable intertwining. "Sometimes its just nice to sit naked on your girlfriend's lap and let her wriggle her finger inside your pussy until your eyes pop!"
We laughed.
Then our eyes met and I lent forward. Ems and I shared a long slow kiss.
"Sounds like there's all sorts of ways girls can make each other cum." whispered Ems in my ear.
"Yeah." I whispered in hers. "It's been fun finding that out."
I sat down beside her and we kissed and cuddled for a short while before separating and looking at each other in a new light.
"Wow, that's nicer than I thought it might be." said Ems.
"Love you Ems." I kissed her softly and rubbed her back. "Do you really want to do this with me?"
"Of course Zoe." she whispered in my ear. "You're my best friend. You always have been. I have to share everything with you. Especially this."
"You're so hot." I said as I squeezed her tight, pressing her breasts against mine, soft and sexy.
"Besides." said Ems. "I don't want to explore my bi-curious side with anyone except you. You Zoe. Only you. I may have had many men, but I only want one girl."
We cuddled and smiled. Slowly I moved my hand down her back and slipped it inside the top of her jeans, slipping it down further to stroke her bum inside her knickers. In response I felt her hand slipping up my skirt, stroking my knee and then venturing a little further up to caress the inside of my thigh.
I moved my hand up inside her t-shirt to stroke her back. Then my other hand followed as we kissed. We kissed with more sexual passion, my knickers were now getting notably wet with excitement as, finally, her straying hand arrived at the top of the inside of my leg and began to thread a path inside my knickers.
I felt a little twitch of sexual thrills as her fingers rubbed across my pubes before she slipped a wandering finger inside my pussy. Softly she began to masturbate me, moistening her finger with my girl juice.
I slowly lifted her t-shirt up and she extracted her loving fingers from my pussy to allow me to pull it over her head. Her soft, well formed breasts were revealed, she wore no bra. I stared at her breasts and her pert little nipples lustfully, finally I would get to play with them. They looked so soft and pretty. I reached out and cradled them lovingly in my hands. She gave the softest of sighs of contentment as she began to slowly unbutton my blouse.
At last we sat there, blouse and t-shirt removed, she reached behind to unhook my bra. In a joyful instant my bra was removed and cast to the floor and we sat there topless drinking in the sexy site of each others' breasts. We took in turns to first caress, then kiss and finally lick each others breasts, toying with each others' nipples with our tongues.
As I sucked on Ems breast I could feel her hand reach behind me and unzip my skirt. She then slipped her hand down the back of my knickers to lovingly rub my bum as I sucked at her teet.
"There's a happy, Zoe." she said with genuine love. "Nice to finally meet you after all these years. I've never seen you so happy before." and she planted a soft kiss on my head.
I looked up at her, my tongue curling around her nipple and smiled with my eyes. She guided me to rise to my feet so that my skirt fell to the floor around my ankles. I kicked it away to stand before her naked aside from my knickers, stockings and suspenders. I was hers now.
"mmm...sexy.." said Ems as she stood to stroke my breasts. I unzipped her jeans and placing both hands on her bum, pulled them all the way down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and nudged them under the sofa with her foot. We hugged and kissed, caressing each others' naked backs. The last of the Eurovision contenders songs played in the background.
Then Ems hugged me.
"I think I want to hump you .... spoon you on the sofa." she whispered in my ear. "But first I'm going to whip off your knickers."
She took a step back smiling. As I stood there in moistening anticipation I saw her reach out suddenly and grab the top of my knicker elastic. She smiled a devilish smile. Then with a delighted little laugh she tugged my knickers down all the way to my ankles with all the force she could muster, tugging down my suspenders and stockings with them. She whipped all my underwear off as fast as she could and hurled it across the room. I was naked, awaiting her pleasure.
"You're not going to need any clothes until you leave tomorrow morning!" she announced gleefully. "Get on that sofa and get ready to be humped!"
I obediently lay on the sofa, getting close to edge to allow her room to crawl in behind me. Meanwhile Ems slipped off her knickers and threw them across the room.
"Right! I'm going to hump and finger you senseless!" said Ems, energetically and squirrelled herself in behind me, squeezing in between my naked body and the back of the sofa.
I spread my legs a little to accomodate her as she slid her left leg under my left leg and inserted her right leg between my legs. Gripping my left leg firmly with both her legs she squeezed her pussy against my upper left thigh/bum cheek and began to hump me. I could feel her rapidly moistening pubes as she ground her pussy against my soft flesh.
"This is nice." she whispered in my ear as she kissed my neck. Her right hand reached around my belly, felt its way through my pubes and began gentle tracing their way over the lips of my pussy. In time her fingers settled on my clit and began a gentle rhythmic massage.
"I'm going to have you." she whispered. "Feel my fingers rubbing you, does that feel good?"
"Oh yes." I moaned. "I'm yours."
She was rubbing my clit faster and faster now.
"Do you like that Zoe, is that what you want?" she asked.
"Oh yeah." I murmured "Keep doing that."
My leg felt wet and sticky from her love as she grinded herself into my soft yielding flesh. I could feel her wet, hairy pubes, bristly, rubbing my leg and grinding into my bum as she humped faster and faster. Her fingers began to stray into my pussy from time to time, pentrating just a little in the most teasing but delightful way. I couldn't but help moan and whimper a little with pure pleasure at what my best friend
was doing to me.
"I love you Ems." I sighed.
"Love you too, baby." she chirped as she humped me even more vigorously than before. Her fingers were increasingly penetrating my wet pussy to explore me and tease me as she humped.
After a while my juices were now flowing in abundance and not just Ems fingers but I suspect her whole hand was now getting covering in my girl juices.
"Oh you are so wet baby!" Ems cooed. "You are such a raving dyke you can't possibly resist it can you."
"No." I sighed helplessly.
In rammed the fingers again, two this time, needing and massaging the inside of my pussy, teasing out more and more of my girl juices.
"I love you Ems" I moaned as my whole body first tensed, then visibly quivered with an explosive orgasm. "Oh, you're making me cum. That's so nice."
"Cum baby, cum!" encouraged Ems. "Just throw your head back and let it happen. That's it! Go for it baby!"
I gasped and wriggled a little in her grasp as my orgasm reached its crescendo. All the time she kept humping and finger fucking me.
"That's it. Yes. That's right." she whispered reassuringly in my ear as the trembling of my orgasm began to subside. "Good girl. That's what Zoe needs! That's it! Good girl!"
At last my orgasm was over, it had been a long and powerful one and Ems knew it.
She withdrew her fingers and presented her fingers and her hand in front of my mouth. "Lick it clean baby." she whispered in my ear and I enthusatically slurped my own cum juice from her hand. She had conquered me, she was entitled to get me to lick her fingers clean. All the while she kept humping me, slower now so as to make the sex last. I slurped up all of my tasty juices from her hand, like I'd been told.
Her hand and fingers now licked clean, she reach over me to the coffee table, grabbed a little rainbow flag, humped me as hard as she could as she leaned over me and waved the flag in my face.
"Yah for lesbians!" she announced triumphantly. "It feels great to hump you Zoe. I'm going to cum all over your leg!"
With a last, fast, vigorous grinding I could feel her start to shake and moan a little as she came. "Wow!" she sighed. "This is great!"
She was humping feverishly for a little while before she had finally finished taking full pleasure from my leg. I was sure she'd achieved a double orgasm. At last she stopped humping and slumped over me, kissing me tenderly. "Wow, I enjoyed that baby."
We lay there on the sofa kissing and cuddling for a good while as we listened to the scores as they came in. At last our heart rates slowed and we lay their quietly cuddling and enjoying each others' sexual company.
"Do you know, since you came out, you've really come out of your shell Zoe." said Ems. "You're much more of party girl these days! I think I like you a lot better like this!"
"I should hope so after what we just did!" I said.
Ems laughed. "Wow, you're the only girl I've ever had sex with and, you know what else?"
"What?"
"You're the only girl I ever want to have sex with! Tell you what - let's make this a tradition shall we?"
"How do you mean - a 'tradition'?"
"A Eurovision tradition I mean. Clearly, no way either of us will ever get invited to prissy old Marcia's Euro bash. So, why not we two do this every year? It will be fun! A laugh, a chat, and some super red hot lesbian sex with my best friend! What do you say? Let's do it every year until one of us gets hitched or something. As long as we are both free and single, let's go for it. What do you say Zoe?"
"Sounds super hot! Count me in!" I beamed at her sweetly, kissed her and squeezed her knee lustfully.
"Who are you and what have you done with the real Zoe?" Asked Ems, laughing.
I just laughed and said "I am the real Zoe! I'm better than the old Zoe, because being a lesbian is more fun!"
"That's for damn sure!" said Ems.
We lay there cuddling and sipping wine until the winners were announced and Eurovision night had finally come to an end. Ems clicked off the TV and kissed the back of my neck gently.
"Hey, you ready to go again girl?" asked Ems enthusiastically.
"You bet!" I said. "Want me to lick you this time?"
Ems nodded and smiled.
It was a fabulous, beautiful night. And with it our Eurovision Tradition was born. One night a year, on Eurovision night, Ems and I would once more become lovers.
But what was the true answer to Ems question? What had I done with the real Zoe and who was I? Can you guess?
Real Zoe? Ems question innocently implied that the old Zoe she had know for years had somehow been the real Zoe.
But the true answer is that the old Zoe was never the real Zoe. There's a little secret. A cruel little secret. During all that time no one could see the real Zoe.
The REAL Zoe spent years and years hiding in a small white cell, curled up in the corner, sobbing to herself and saying over and over in her head "I mustn't let anyone down! If they know I'm lesbian they'll be so upset, I'll let everyone down, they'll all be so dissappointed ...If only I wasn't a lesbian...I hate being a lesbian...I hate it...I hate it..."
But no one else could really see Zoe in her little cell or hear her faint sobs.
All they could see was that the outside of the cell looked like a fairly clean, pristine, white building. It was a pure, bright white. It was perfectly square with no remarkable features. It was so spotless that it appeared as though it may have been sterilised. Aside from that, it was really quite startlingly plain. Whoever lived in there must surely be doing OK, everyone thought. It might not have much by way of any character, but its stark minimalism looked almost faultless.
But then, one day, Zoe suddenly woke up and something was different somehow. She suddenly had an idea "I wonder what's outside that cell door?" So, Zoe gingerly opened the door. As she peered through the crack she found there was a field of sunflowers in the sun on the other side. It must have been there all the time but she had never known. It looked such a beautiful and happy place. So she laughed and ran into the field. She flung her arms out as wide as she could and looked up at the warm sun above and shouted "At last I'm glad I'm a lesbian! Look everyone! I'm here at last! This is me! Here I am! This is me! It's really me! This is me!"
And then everyone else could suddenly see Zoe for the very first time.
"Who is that happy girl, dancing in the sun?" everyone wondered.