For years we'd been friends. The best of friends, bridesmaids at each other's weddings, there for the birth of our children (me 2, Alisha 1), picking up the aftermath of our divorces only a year apart. If you asked either of us, there wasn't anything we couldn't and didn't do together. Except this. Lish had told me over breakfast she was a lesbian.
"Randi, this isn't anything new to me. Really, I've always known I was a lover of women. I had my first female lover at age 15 for goodness sake. But then my need to be with only women faded and I met Jake and there was that whole thing. He knew though, where my sexuality led. He'd 'let' me have women as part of our regular sex life. Probably because he knew if he didn't I'd go find them on my own. Randi, we've been friends forever. You've seen how unhappy I've been for years. The kids are fine with this decision of mine to finally be who I am. Why can't you be too? Please understand. I'm still the person you've known and loved since we were in the playpen together. This doesn't change who I am. Please? Be a friend and help me live my life as who I am, who I'm meant to be. There isn't anyone special in my life and there probably won't be for some time yet. But I need to be who I am. I need you to be okay with that person."
I sat; still stunned over the news dropped between the first cup of coffee and the bowl of cantaloupe she'd served. I could see the plea for understanding in her brown eyes, those eyes I thought I knew so well. How could she be so different from who I'd always thought she was and my not know it? Oh sure, we'd noticed cute little 18-year old things at the mall, breasts pushing so proudly at their t-shirts and firm young asses still waiting for the sag of time to attack. But we'd always smacked our lips over the hot young hunks strutting their stuff around, smelling all over of their male hormones. We'd gone out together to pick up the fine older males the young peacocks they would grow up to be. And then shared sex stories the next day about the size of their cocks and their longevity or lack thereof. Was she making all this up? Had she always been faking it? I was having trouble putting coherent thoughts together, so shocked was I. "Let me think about this Lish, process this. You know I love you and will support you but I need a moment to adjust to this, okay? I'll call when I'm better able to talk about all of this."
She stood from the table and rinsed out her coffee cup before shaking her copper-colored tresses behind her and gathering them into a ponytail. My hand automatically rose to check my own blond locks even though I knew my chin-length bob was all in place. Alisha started toward me to give me our usual parting hug. I snapped a chair between us. She seemed to understand that was too much on top of the news of this morning. Tugging her midriff shirt down she left through my back door, presumably to walk the half a block to her own condo. We'd decided to buy in the same complex when we first got divorced and were raising our children alone so we could be a support for each other. I wandered into the living room to take out the photo albums. We'd been so happy then, blissfully unaware of all that life had yet to offer and take away. Our childhood spent together, a fairly calm youth, our young adulthood and venture into lives linked yet separate. I looked deep into her eyes smiling into mine and wondered how I could have been so unaware. Where was I when she had her first lover? Her second? Angrily I rose to storm around the house in a frenzy of cleaning. Why had it taken over 20 years for her to share this with me? Didn't she know I'd understand? Didn't she know I'd support her? No, she didn't. Gasping for breath I plopped on the floor. No, she didn't know. Sure, she knew I loved her, knew I was her friend. But the best of my understanding and support she didn't know she had. A friend should know without asking that you support them, understand them. And yet she'd had to ask. And I had sent her away. God, I had to go to her, tell her, apologize.
I jogged to her back door, relishing the fact that I was in fact jogging and not panting and hacking for breath. She'd been there for me as I had struggled to lose the 50 pounds I'd added when I was so unhappy with Robert. She'd always supported me. In everything. I knew it hadn't been easy; I was not an easy person to always be around. But she'd done it and now I needed to be there for her. This had to be so hard for her. Telling her children, confiding in the one person who was supposed to love you best no matter what. Banging on the door, I strained to see through the curtains. I could hear her favorite group, The Indigo Girls, blaring from the stereo. Stunned again, I stopped pounding. The signs had been there all along, I just hadn't seen them. Her choice of music, the way she always noticed the women around her first. The political things she stood up for. God, I was so dense. Through the curtains on the backdoor I could see her and took a moment to appreciate my friend. She had brown eyes and shoulder-length copper-colored hair, an interesting combination. To top that off she was tall, 5'9, reed slim at 120 pounds and yet she had gorgeous curves. The times we'd gone out together more than one appreciative male had commented about her curvaceous hips and breasts. Me on the other hand, I wm only medium height at 5'5, still fighting to lose a few more pounds, though I did have great green eyes to go with my dark blond hair. I still wore a nice sized 36C even with those extra pounds. Alisha opened the door and I burst through hugging my friend and apologizing through our tears. "You've always been here for me Lish. Always. A friend shouldn't have to ask for understanding and support. We should just know we have it regardless. And you didn't. I'm sorry I've been such a terrible friend. Forgive me?"
Smiling through her tears, Alisha hugged me close. "Of course, silly. You're my friend. I know that was quite a wallop I gave you a little while ago. If our situations were reversed it would take me some time to come to grips with this too. I'm just so happy you're in this with me."
Three months later
"How do I look? Is my hair okay? Is this skirt too slutty? Am I showing too much cleavage? How's my makeup?" Alisha spun from one question to the next. She was a bundle of nerves tonight. She had her first real date since admitting who she was. A wonderful woman we both knew from work: Paige. She and Lish were going to be great together. Physically, they were a very striking couple. Like Lish, she was tall and slender, though not as slim as Alisha. She had blue-black curls and these wonderful gray eyes. She was funny, she laughed at Lisha's jokes. Most of all, she appreciated her.
"You know, of course that you'll have to come for coffee in the morning and tell me all about it the way we've always shared our dates."
"Are you sure? This is a little different than it has been."
"I'm sure. Now go, you look fine. Everything is perfect. Have fun." And with that my friend was gone to experience something I'd only wondered about. Sighing I went home to dig into my latest romance novel.
Exasperated, I tossed the book on the couch. I was bored. The book was a good one, but it just couldn't hold my interest tonight. I wondered what Alisha and Paige were doing right now. I decided I needed to watch a video to occupy me.
There are entirely too many videos to choose from I thought as I made another pass around the stacks. I wasn't interested in the blood and gore action thrillers, the horror stories held no interest for me. I wasn't in the mood for comedy. Maybe this was a mistake after all. I turned to go when someone materialized beside me. "Hi, I'm Lexi. I've been watching you having trouble making up your mind. Can I help by suggesting something?"
I turned to find a little pixy-woman beside me. Lexi was shorter than I (!), had great blue eyes and Nordic blond curls all over her head. "Please. It's so hard to choose. I want something different. You see I'm rather distracted tonight. My friend has a date with a friend. I'm really wondering how she and Paige are doing." At that I quickly clapped a hand over my mouth. We lived in Seattle, were being different from others was more than a way of life. But I still worried I'd given the wrong impression. I needn't have worried. Lexi didn't bat an eyelash.
"We keep our clerk favorites back here in a corner. Let's go look. Just a minute. Rod, you go ahead home, turn out the front lights and lock the registers and the front door. I'll just be a minute. See you tomorrow. Now, what was your name? I'm Lexi, owner of the shop. I only get in a few nights a month but this week we're short handed." I introduced myself and we walked quickly to the corner to look over the favorites. Sighing deeply, I turned to thank Lexi after explaining nothing caught my attention. "Wait, we have more in the back. Let me check the doors and turn off the rest of the lights here and we'll go look."
Remembering our days at the mall appreciating young beauties, I thought how nice Lexi looked. Her eyes sparkled, her hair shone with good health. I couldn't see much of her figure because of the apron she wore, but what was I doing looking at her figure. That was Lisha's department. Not mine. Moments later, Lexi returned and led me through the darkened store to the back room. I took a moment to appreciate the comfortable leather couch and chairs set around the room. "When the kids are on break we always have the latest flick running back here so they know what to suggest to folks who can't think of anything. I'm thirsty, do you want anything?" She handed me a diet cola, apologizing for not having any wine around. "I just can't keep stuff like that here since not everyone is of age. You understand. Let me go change out of these work clothes. Make yourself comfortable, Randi." Moments later she returned in a nearly sheer t-shirt that was so old and worn I could see her nipples pointing through the fabric. Before I averted my eyes I noticed she also had on a pair of compression shorts so tight I had no trouble seeing she had no panties on.
Rising from the couch I stuttered, "Um, maybe I should go. It's getting too late to watch a movie anyway. It was nice to meet you Lexi."
She moved to block my hasty exit. "Really, you'd be doing me a favor staying. I always get so keyed up working; I need to unwind a little. Please stay. You seem like a nice person. Let me tell you, not everyone who comes here is nice. Or even pleasant. Sit. What movie can we put on in the background while we talk?" Not having any preference, I let her pick. We wouldn't really be watching this anyway. Talking to someone, making a new friend sure beat waiting up for Lisha.
It seemed hours later we finally decided to go home. We'd spent a full movie just talking, getting to know one another. I discovered Lexi was an extremely intelligent, fun, interesting person and we made plans to have dinner the next night.
That morning I listened as a glowing Lisha told me some of what happened last night on her date with Paige. "I'm not one to kiss and tell (since when, I wanted to know), but we'll just say that it was a great night. I really like Paige and I know the feeling is mutual. We have another date tonight, and I think we're going to become lovers."
Going about my day, I found myself slightly unsettled by the thought of what my friend would be doing later. I hadn't given much thought to, nor had we discussed the logistics of female love. Over the years I had sometimes wondered what it would be like to have a woman's mouth go down on me, something I had VERY little experience with. Robert had always gotten turned off when I'd tried to introduce that into our routine. Dinner preparations were all done. All I had to do was cook the pasta and warm the sauce. The wine was breathing; fresh flowers were on the table. I was the only thing left to ready. Jumping into the shower I took a moment to let the warmth spread through me. Soaping my hands I lathered my shoulders, pausing a moment to linger over my breasts. I have lovely breasts. Many a time they have been the sole focus of my masturbation sessions. Through long sessions of practice I've found that I can make myself cum by strictly playing with my nipples. I leaned against the shower wall and nearly brought myself off so good did the soap feel against my hungry breasts. It had definitely been too long without sex. I paused just short of orgasm, thinking of the pleasure I would give myself later that evening after Lexi left. Quickly finishing the shower, I dressed in a new pair of silk lounge pajamas. I so wished I could go without a bra so I could feel the silk as it caressed my breasts. Unfortunately, I was endowed enough I felt it necessary to wear a bra. I did, however, wear my sexiest underwear. I knew later I would "appreciate" looking at myself in the bedroom mirror as I brought myself to orgasm. Someone told me once that when a woman has no intention of having sex, she wears her most plain underwear. When she has every intention of a sexual liaison she'll wear her sexiest undergarments. Not so. I love the feeling of knowing I have a sexy little something on underneath. It's like having a harmless secret. Even if no one else ever saw my tiny silk and lace garments, I knew they were there. Putting the finishing touches on my makeup, the doorbell rang. Now I was extra glad I hadn't taken that extra time in the shower. Good timing!
"WOW!" I was speechless. Lexi stood in front of me with her hair all wild and tousled (like I imagined it would look after a good bout of sex), her lips all shiny and wet, makeup perfect, and wearing a tiny little scrap of material for a dress. So caressing and silky was the dress I could instantly see she had nothing on underneath. ZING! went my cunt juices. I might have to excuse myself and do a little pre-cum cum in the bathroom.
Lexi stretched up to give my cheek a quick kiss. "Ummmmm, something smells great! You've been busy. You look fabulous by the way. I've always wished I could wear those silk pajamas somewhere besides bed. I'm just too short. On me they look like my pj's." Fixing the rest of dinner, we each had a quick glass of wine. After clearing the dinner dishes I asked Lexi to open another bottle of chilled wine from the fridge. I didn't normally drink much, but what the heck.
Sometime later the talk just naturally strayed to sex, as it most always seems to do. Lexi had kicked off her heels and pulled her legs under her on the couch. I was sitting cross-legged next to her with the lights low and both of us pleasantly drunk. Looking me directly in the eye, Lexi asked, "Do you know what I like? I love it when my lover's mouth circles my nipple just before pulling my whole breast into their mouth." For demonstration she threw back her head and with her index finger drew circles around her now-erect nipple. I could see goose bumps rise along her flesh as her nipples tightened in centers of pure arousal. My mouth was cotton dry so I gulped my wine, choking as it went down the wrong pipe. Lexi jumped up and started rubbing my back till I could breathe again. She sat behind me on the couch where she continued to rub my back and shoulders. I lowered my head so she could get a better grip on my shoulder muscles. "What turns you on, Randi? If someone were going to make you scream in orgasm, how would they do it? Would they kiss your neck just below your earlobe? Say, here for example." I gasped as her soft lips made contact with my sensitive flesh. She continued, "Would they trail their kisses to your succulent lips till they could feast against your mouth?" I held myself utterly still as she followed her words with action. Her lips brushed against mine, feather soft, so that I almost wondered if she actually had kissed me or if I'd dreamed the whole thing. God, I was utterly and completely wet. Lexi kissed my earlobe again as she snaked her hand inside the front on my top, trailing her finger tips to dance against my already-straining nipples. I felt myself relax into her and leaning my head back I shifted so I could kiss her. As my lips pulled away from her's, her tongue snaked out to dance with mine. I could feel her fingers slipping underneath the scrap of lace that passed for a bra tonight. I moaned into her mouth.
"Do you like that, lover? Let me introduce you to more. The night is still young." And with that she rose from the depths of the couch, pulling me with her. Her hands slipped into the waistband on my pants to cup my ass cheeks. She pulled me to her saying "Randi, you have too many clothes on. Can we fix that? She slithered the silk down my legs and ever so slowly began unbuttoning my top. I lowered my hands to the hem of her dress, sliding it over her head to reveal a pair of the smallest breasts I had ever seen. She was so flat chested as to almost not have any breasts. "Don't let that fool you, lover. They might be small but they pack a terrific punch." Turning, she led me down the hall to the bedroom. In fact, she went right to the master bedroom. Facing me again she admitted, "I came looking for your bedroom while you did the dishes. I lay on your bed and masturbated. Here, touch me and see." Taking my chilly hand, she lowered it to her bare cunt lips. They were glistening they were so wet. Moaning, I pulled us both down to the mattress where we fell side by side.
"Finish taking your shirt off, let me see the surprises waiting underneath." I parted the silk of the shirt to reveal a black lace front-hook bra. "Unhook that for me" she ordered from her place on the bed. Locking my eyes with hers, I slowly spread the front of the bra open, releasing my straining breasts. Once I had taken off the scrap of lace, I lifted the heaviness of totally hungry flesh and caressed my pebble-hard nipple. Clad now in only a matching black lace thong, I straddled my new friend and hungrily took her nipple into my mouth just as she'd earlier shown me. Not really knowing where to go from here, Lexi shifted us so I lay against the mattress. She kissed, nibbled and sucked her way down my straining flesh till I could feel her hot breath against my center. Taking my lace thong between her teeth, both of us worked it off to join the rest of my clothes on the floor. She knelt on the carpet and gently spread my thighs to expose my tender cunt. Lexi breathed deeply of my scent. I had always been slightly fascinated by my own smell but now worried she would be turned off. Gently she lowered her tongue until she was enticingly licking my lips, tantalizing my clit, which was proudly making an appearance. She brought one hand up to my breast where my fingers melded with hers to stroke and circle and pull against my nipple. Whispering against my pussy, she said, "Shh, this is only an introduction between friends. Hi lover, I'm Lexi." That night I spun away to meet my newfound friend and all the pleasures woman love had to offer.