Another Boring Christmas? Meaghan Meyers
Another year past, no great successes at work, no relationship to end all relationships, not quite as far in debt. I did have this great apartment I lucked into last month. And I had the best pet ever, my Chow named Miranda.
I'd tried offering to work today so someone with family could have it off but the bosses in their great wisdom said I'd been working too much lately and needed some time off. Didn't they know why I worked? So I wouldn't have to go grocery shopping and see all these families together, so I wouldn't have to walk down the street and see all the happy couples. So I wouldn't have to be alone. Oh, don't get me wrong. I like my life. I have a good job working for and with great people; I have a social life where I date occasionally. I have friends, good friends. It was just today, Christmas Day that leaves me cold and alone. Well, nothing for it but to get up and start the miserable day. I'll watch some parades, catch a bowl game or two, eat a cold turkey sandwich for lunch. Maybe if I just "happen to drop by" at work they'll put me on.
Thirty-two years ago last month I was born and given the horrible name of Amanda Ann; both names I hated so I changed my name legally to Marnie. I'm 5'7, brown indistinct hair, super green eyes, I'm more round in the middle than I'd like, but I'm working on that. Oh, and by the way, I have a pair of killer boobs. You can't tell it from my whiny attitude today, but normally I'm a lot of fun. Truly.
After showering and getting dressed in my off clothes-a pair of tights and a really big t-shirt, I planned my day. Instead of moping around, I'd give the place a good cleaning even though I'd just moved in a couple of months ago. I washed walls, scrubbed out drawers, did the windows (which I actually like doing), scrubbed out the shower stall, and was finishing up vacuuming the whole apartment: all 5 rooms of it.
Suddenly a hand touched my shoulder. I screamed before I noticed it was my best friend Samantha (Sammie for short). Shutting off the vacuum, I gave Sammie a hug.
"What are you doing here? I thought you had to work?"
"I traded shifts with somebody for yesterday, remember? I knew you'd be feeling blue so I came over see if we could cheer each other up. The place looks great, Marn, but you just moved in, everything should still be clean."
"I always clean when I get depressed. If not my place, someone else's. Let me put this away and I'll get us something to drink." Looking at the clock, I saw it was past noon, so I grabbed 2 beers from the fridge and joined Sammie on the couch. "Bad day for you too?" I asked my friend. She'd lost her parents just this summer and was still having trouble adjusting. Plus, her live-in boyfriend had moved out last week saying he had found someone else. I thought he was nuts. Just look at her: 5'9, blond hair, brown yes, a killer smile, skinny with a great shape and legs I'd kill to have
"Today isn't too bad, thanks. I went to the cemetery this morning. There were a lot of people there visiting loved ones. I decided I needed to be with people who love me, so here I am." She reached over to turn on the stereo. My boss had given me this stress relief bath set and it came with a nice cd of relaxing piano songs. It was still in the player from last night. "Great mood music. Here, lie down and let me rub your head."
Sammie knew I loved this, having someone stroke my shoulder length hair and rub my head. Getting my hair shampooed and cut would almost put me in a coma it felt so good. I stretched out with my head in Sammie's lap as we had done many times before. She was wearing an almost identical outfit, except she had on a sweatshirt. Rubbing my head and my hair, talking about nothing very important, and the music almost had me asleep when Sammie's hand stopped on my head.
"Marn, I've made a decision. I'm not going to keep bashing my head against a wall with guys any longer. I'm going to do something I've always wanted and find a girlfriend. I've always felt I didn't really belong with a man, but because of Mom and Dad I never had the courage to be who I really am. Now I can. Kevin's leaving is the perfect time. I'm cleaning my house too I guess you could say. You're awfully quiet. Have I made you mad? Do you hate me?" And she started crying. Sammie looks beautiful when she cries. Her huge tears slip silently down her face, while with me my nose instantly turns red as a turnip and I start hiccupping.
"No, Sammie, no. I could never hate you. You're my best friend. I love you. I'm just a little surprised is all? If you really felt that way why were you and Kevin talking about maybe getting married?"
"That was his doing, trying to blow smoke up my ass so I wouldn't find out he's been having this affair for like a year."
"So, have you ever been with a woman? How do you know this is really what you want?"
"I've always been attracted to women. When I was young, Mom told me it was normal to have these 'little crushes' on my friends and that I'd grow out of it. I never have. When I get involved with someone new, I keep saying things like 'If only he knew me like my friends knew me, he wouldn't do that' or 'I'll bet a woman would know not to dive right in for the sex, but would know how to warm up first'. Now I've decided to find out."
Lying there with this news, I started thinking about my own life. How did I really feel about Sammie's news? I wasn't repulsed and I didn't think any less of her. I was proud of her for taking such a difficult step and having the courage to trust me with her news. "How will you go about it? Finding a woman, I mean? There's this great lesbian bar I go to sometimes downtown. They have great bands."
"I don't know, I haven't really gotten that far in my plans. Just after Kevin left I joined a chat room for curious lesbians. I also signed up for a personal dating service tailored to lesbian. I go in for my interview later in the week. What should I wear? How do I do my hair?"
"The best thing to do would be for us to go to your place so we can look. Let's go."
Sammie drove us in her car, a great little black sports number her parents had given her when she turned 30 last year. We were chatting about what colors looked best on her when she interrupted me.
"I have more to add to what I told you at your place. This part makes me nervous."
"Go on Sammie, you know you can tell me anything."
"Remember how I said I had what Mom called these little crushes on my friends? I used to have one on you. I still do. I think you're beautiful, funny, intelligent, fun to be around, sexy. Who knows me better than you?"
Sexy. Sammie the goddess of sexiness thought I was sexy? I had thought about myself in a lot of ways, but sexy was never one of them."
Walking in to her condo, I stopped as soon as we hit the foyer. There were rose petals all over the floor, leading in a trail up the stairs to where I knew her bedroom was. Turning, I asked, "You think I'm sexy? Really? In what way?"
"You have this little smile that quirks when you think of something funny. Did you know you nibble at your lips when you're thinking something over? You have a great sense of humor. Your eyes sparkle when you're happy, they turn almost blue when you're mad. You have excruciatingly exciting breasts. I've fantasized about them, about you. When I masturbate, it's you I dream of. When guys go down on me, it's always your mouth I picture." While she was saying this, Sammie was stroking my face and hair. "Come upstairs with me. Let's discover together what this is like. Who better to discover this with than my oldest and best friend."
Stunned, too stunned to really think, I followed her upstairs. I had wondered, of course, what it would be like to be with a woman. I have to admit I masturbated to thoughts of a woman making love to me too; only she was nameless and faceless.
Entering her bedroom, Sammie turned. "Marnie, is this okay? Are you okay?"
Nodding my head, I asked, "We can stop anytime this gets too weird, right?
"Yes friend, we can. Look, I did this for you."
With a sense of wonder I looked around the room. I'd been there before, naturally. Now I saw that the walls were a pale whisper of pink, so faint you almost wondered if you were seeing things. Sammie's great four-poster bed stood huge in the middle of the wall, blood red flower petals dripping off the pure white spread. The bed was heaped with pillows of all shapes and sizes. "Sammie, this is beautiful!"
"You're beautiful." She stepped closer to give me the softest kiss I've ever had, just brushing her lips against mine. Deepening the kiss, her little tongue darted inside my lips, darting in and out at the entry of my mouth, not practically gagging me like so many guys do. I raised my hands to circle Sammie's back, pulling her closer and further into the kiss. I was surprised when she broke the embrace. Sammie led me to the bed where I sat amidst the petals. "I'll be right back." And she went into the adjoining bathroom. I didn't know what I should do while I waited. I ran my hand through the flower petals, releasing their heady aroma. I didn't have long to wait and get nervous for my friend. The door opened, and there framed against the late afternoon sunshine, stood Sammie in this little black lacey number. My mouth got dry as I looked at my friend. She knew I liked her best in black. Her breasts were free to slip around the lacey silk, and as it slid across her nipples, they sprang to attention the nipples hardening to stand out. Sammie slowly walked over and sat, pulling me back to another kiss. She pulled my hand to her breast where I caressed it through the silk. Soon she was moaning and pressing against my hand. I knew from previous conversations about our sex lives that her breasts were sensitive. I lowered my mouth to take the bundle of nerves into my mouth. Sammie has these really small breasts, just barely mounds of flesh. Sometimes, she almost appears completely flat chested they are so small. Lowering the shoulder strap so I could see what I was feasting on, I gasped in surprise. Her entire breast was nipple and aureole, a lovely dark brown. Soon my friend was moaning and writing on the bed. "Wait, let's get you out of these clothes. You have too much on."
Standing up, I first removed my shoes and tights then removed the great shirt. My breasts bounced as the shirt pulled free. I wasn't wearing anything underneath. Sammie gasped, "God, you're beautiful."
I'm not. My hair is boring nut brown, I have hips that are too big, a butt that's beginning the downward slide, sparse pubic hair. I did like my breasts though, nice and firm standing at a 38C. But suddenly I felt beautiful, standing there before my friend. I wasn't thinking about my faults, I was imaging her lips fastened on my breasts. And I didn't have long to wait. Standing, she slithered out of the lace creation and reached one hand out to stroke my nipple. It sprang to attention beneath her fingertips. I let my eyes roam over her slim body, coming to rest on her crotch. "You have no hair on your pussy. Do you shave?" My finger reached out to caress her pussy.
"Ummmm, no, I've never had hair there. Touch me; let me feel you touching me. God, I've dreamed of this for so long. Unngh, yes, there. Oh, God, I'm coming already." I slipped my finger inside the lips of her pussy to feel her contractions pulse against my hand. "I'm sorry, Marnie, I've just wanted this for so long." She pulled me down on the bed, instructing me to lie on my back so she could give me a back rub. I love back rubs. I get so turned on when someone rubs my back. Sammie, the little witch, knew this.
I rolled over while she got some softly scented lotion from her bedside table. Beginning at my shoulders, she slowly kneaded her way down to my legs. Reaching for more lotion, she slightly spread my thighs apart. Soon my skin began to warm and then began to tingle. "What is that lotion? I'm tingling!"
"Like it? It's a little something I found the other day." She rubbed and caressed my thighs, dipping her hand almost into my wet pussy, but not quite. She straddled my back to go back to my shoulders. I could feel her damp cum on the cheeks of my ass. Instead of relaxing me, this rub was making me totally turned on. I told her as much.
"Yes, I'd hoped so. Roll over while I do the front." She started rubbing her lotion on my legs first but totally avoiding my cunt which was tingling with it's own excitement. She rose to go to the bathroom and returned seconds later with a glass of something. She took a sip, the straddling me she lowered her mouth to a breast all the while with her lotion covered hand stroking the other nipple.
I gasped as her lips connected with my breast. "What did you just drink? Suck me, harder." Her mouth was ice cold against my heated flesh; making my nipple ache it felt so good. She sucked at first one then the other breast till I was writing for more.
"Touch me, let me feel you in my cunt."
"I have something else for you, just wait." And my new lover rose to get some silken ties from beneath the bed. She proceeded to tie me loosely to the bedposts but left the ends of the ropes in my hands so I could free myself whenever I wanted. I lay there totally exposed for my friend. Standing at the foot of the bed, Sammie trailed one finger lazily up my thigh, only to stop just short of my aching pussy. She danced the other had up the other leg to tease me further. While I watched to see what she would do, Sammie knelt on some of the pillows she'd thrown on the floor and slowly lowered her mouth to my crotch. Just circling, ever so softly, around the outside of my labia she flicked her tongue against the base of my clit until she had teased it out of it's hood to stand full and pulsing above my lips.
Ignoring my clit, Sammie dipped her tongue in and out of my cunt to lap at my already flowing juices. "Um, you taste sweeter than I ever dreamed" With the tip of one finger just grazing the base of my clit and her tongue dancing in and out of my cunt, I could feel my orgasm building deep within. "That's it, love, give yourself to me" My hips began to buck against her face, wanting her deeper within me. Her tongue moved up to my clit where she lightly flicked it back and forth. She repositioned her fingertips to circle the entrance to my cunt lips. I could feel myself tightening, building. Soon her fingers were thrusting in and out, fucking me. She fastened her mouth over my clit and began sucking while she flattened her tongue against my love button. Her fingers were coated with my juices and she quickened the pace, fucking in and out in and out. Suddenly, her index finger slipped down to nestle against my asshole. She slipped it inside my tight muscle and began slowly fucking my ass at the same time! God, I'd never felt anything like this: someone sucking my clit while they fucked my pussy and my ass at the same time. I erupted and gladly fell over the edge into the most mind- blowing orgasm I'd ever had.
Sammie withdrew her finger from my ass and lessened the strength of her sucking until she had calmed me down to near normal breathing. "This was your first time making love to a woman?"
Giggling, she answered, "Yes, but just think what it'll be like with a little practice! Care to help me?"
Knowing I was fully committed to my friend, this new lover, I gladly agreed. I'd never think of Christmas as boring again!