The following is a fantasy. It never happened, or if parts of it did, the rest didn't. Its an elaboration. This is my first attempt at writing an "erotic story". The names and other identifying details have been changed. If you are under 18 or the idea of two consenting women having sex offends you, do not read on.
Julie is my best girlfriend. Well, that's what I can say out loud. What is more accurate, however, is she is the only person I love as much as my husband. Most of the time I love my husband more, but sometimes she wins out. We have said I love you to each other, and held hands, and even kissed a few times, but this is mostly when we have been drunk or stoned or both. A couple times it actually got pretty steamy, at least verbally, but nothing even close lately. Ever since she met Dan, she has changed. I wonder sometimes if maybe she was just lonely and reaching out for affection before. I don't really know. What I do know is one day after she started dating Dan, I was my usual touchy feely self on the couch at my house, and then kissed her on the cheek when she left. This was pretty usual and then I sent her "I love you" on her phone and she responded "remember as a friend hun" Keep in mind I was pretty fucked up at the time, and so was she, but I took that to heart. I realized that if I was going to keep this beautiful creature in my life, I had to just accept that she wasn't interested (anymore??) So its been months. Once in the time I now refer to as the "interem" she said she loved me while we were in her car. I kind of looked down so as not to make eye contact and said "I love you too" then she said it again and i did the same. but that was all, it was strange. and then since I was being dropped off I gave her a hug and left up the stairs to my apartment. She has been teasing me constantly. I'm not sure if its intentional. Maybe she just is flirtatious by nature, or maybe she enjoys the chase, in either event, its been absolutely torture. When we are in her car (a common place for us) she will lean almost completely over me to get something out of the back of the car, and linger with her tits in my face. I try to not look or try to move away because I have decided to just leave it be. Or she will rub my back a little and stay a little longer than she should when she hugs me. She likes to get really close when she lights the bowl. She hasn't "let" me light it myself lately, I think she might enjoy looking into my eyes for that breif period. She is just so fucking sexy. I will sit in her kitchen and watch her cook, which absolutely fascinates me. She can make such delicious concoctions out of almost nothing and its still retartedly good for you. Oh did I mention she is the smartest person I know, and I know some pretty smart people? That is sexy too. And she's natural. She hardly ever wears makeup but god, she doesn't have to. All she has to do to look smokin' is throw on jeans and a tight tee and let her hair down and oh my god, I can't stop staring. She must see. You would have to be completely dense not to see my eyes move of their own accord following her around the room. I know Dan notices, he tries not to, but his jealous streak will show up when I'm around. He's a good person though (it would be easier for me if he wasn't...) so he tries not to let it show, and he keeps a smile on his face and accepts my constant attendance. It must be pretty obvious to both of them that I have a crush on her. Its the pink elephant nobody talks about. Like I said, there was that very brief period where we were pretty "lovey" as you could say. This is where the one french kiss, and much over the clothes and in the car molesting took place (almost always my molesting of her not the other way around, although a couple of times she grabbed my breasts playfully) These few weeks are what keep me in fantasies and masturbation material. They keep me up at night and give me that glazed over look at work (i swear its not the baileys :). So here is my fantasy. This is the common one, I have many, the same end but many different opportunistic beginnings. I will share this one with you since this is the "most probable at this exact time" (yes my mind is sneaky and logical like that) The following is a text message conversation: Julie: Whatcha doin? Me: Nothin much, just bored and laying down to pass the time. Julie: Oh. I'm bored too. Want me to come over and we can get stoned? Me: Sure you don't have to ask me twice!! Julie: Is your husband working tonight? Me: yup Julie: good. Julie: I just want to be alone with you. Me: ok Julie: So I'll be there in a half an hour Me: ok that gives me time to get dressed Julie: don't bother Me: ? Julie: Don't bother getting dressed I want to sleep next to you Me: ? Julie: Oh come on. I'm tired of pretending. Me: u sure? me naked is pretty scary... Julie: well we'll just have to test that] Julie: k bye Me: cya soon My husband has since left for work. He has no clue the conversation that just took place. It is commonplace for me to talk to Julie thru text messages. I pretend like I'm just going to go to sleep and he turns off all the lights and leaves for work. I get up a couple minutes later and make sure the door is open and the front light is on. I can hardly contain myself. My heart is beating so fast, I am so nervous. What if she freaks out when I start to touch her? I know she has never done anything like this before,and on top of that has only slept with two men!! I know I am the only girl she ever kissed, and meant it at least. There is no knock. She is so quiet I don't even notice she's there. I am lost in my fantasy facing the wall my fingers basking in the drenched nature of my pussy, my eyes closed. Then the bed moves and I gasp audibly. She is giggling and slithering under the covers. She is fully dressed. She has a bowl in one hand and a lighter in the other. She sits up against the headboard with the blanket in her lap. Under the blanket and six inches from her is my nakedness. I scoot up to be face to face and take the blanket with me to cover my boobs. I don't want to make the first physical move, I have made that mistake before with verbal aggressors. For the first time in months she hands me both the bowl and the lighter. I realize that she is doing this so that my blanket will fall down when I reach for them. Since I am not prepared, it falls. I blush. Before I have a chance to fix it she says its okay, leave it. I hit and pass, she hits and pass, we continue until we are both nice and stoned. She lays the bowl and lighter on the nightstand, and then she just sits there. It is so silent I am afraid to breathe. I cower back under the covers and lay on my back, even though this is not a comfortable position for me. I want to see what she does. For a few seconds (but what of course seems like hours - days even) she doesn't move, doesn't speak, doesn't anything. Her eyes are wide open and staring at the wall. I watch as she takes a deep breath and then she looks at me and smiles shyly. We hold eye contact for at least 30 seconds, and suddenly I can't stand it anymore. I absolutely have to kiss her. I sit up, this time not caring that my chest is becoming exposed in the process and lean in. Then I chicken out and go for the cheek. Its absolutely absurd. I am lying in bed naked next to this beautiful woman and I kiss her on the cheek. She breaks out into this ludicrous smile and I can't help but bust out laughing (remember we're stoned) I think she's laughing at the absurdity of the situation herself, since we are always on the same wavelength. I am absolutely rolling on the bed laughing, I can't even get a word out, and suddenly she's on top of me, holding me down. My laughter slowly dies and then she kisses me. Her kiss is so tender and so innocent yet so passionate I almost explode right then and there. When I am finally released I say "Its on now woman" in a mock stern tone. This (of course) sets off a whole new set of laughter. I push her off me (gently of course) so that she is laying next to me sideways facing me. I spend about a minute and a half just taking her in. She says "what" and when I finally find my voice I just say "beautiful" Now you would think I would just attack her sexually right then and there, especially considering how hot I am for her but I can't. The only thing on my mind to do is hold her. Hold her and never let go. I wrap my arms around her and hug and rub her back. I bury my face in her neck and a tear escapes. It falls on her neck and I quickly kiss it off. It is absolutely beautiful. I feel like a teenager. My right hand travels up her shirt to explore her ample breasts. I am thrilled to find she is not wearing a bra. I press her erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger and she lets out this sexy soft moan. I feel her up like a boy behind the school building at a middle school dance. Her tits are just so perfect, I have to see them! I put my other hand under her shirt and lift it off. This is a treat. She has a full D-cup that look like they haven't aged since seventeen. They are completely rounded with pink pencil eraser nipples. I take one of her delicious looking nips into my mouth and she gasps and pulls away slightly. I quickly come off of her breast and look up at her. She looks like a deer in the headlights. I ask if that was too much, she says no, she was just surprised. With not another word I go back to work, this time on the other breast. She has this beautiful moan that is halfway between a gasp and a heavy breath. Each time she does this I feel like I'm the first one to ever touch her. I put my face in between her breasts and breathe in her scent. Then she comes out of her paralysis (all at once mind you) and puts her hands on top of my head and pushes me down. My lips leave a trail of wetness from the center of her chest down to the top of her jeans. She stops pushing my head at this point and I look up from my new post with my chin on her lower belly and the rest of me between her legs. She unbuttons her jeans and I take the zipper in my mouth and pull it down with my teeth. She utters a "god damn" at the apparent hotness of the sight. She seems so suddenly interested in me touching her that I have to play a little. I tease the band of her panties with my fingertips tickling her belly. She giggles and then takes my hands in hers and intertwines our fingers. I "escape" and then get up to my knees and pull down her jeans and panties to her knees in one fell swoop. As much as I just want to go down on her right away, I just have to touch her. She is so wet!!!! Her pubic hairs are sopping and her vulva are completely engorged. I can see her clit peeking out of it's hood. Everything is soft and pink. I run my index finger from the bottom of her pussy up to the top of her clit and then back. She absolutely shudders with the sensation. I then put my finger in my mouth provocatively and get my first taste. I have never tasted anything sweeter. At this point I go to town on her pussy. I tongue her clit expertly and put one finger inside her and press up to get her gspot. Her soft innocent whimpers turn into full fledged cries and I have to cover her mouth because we wouldn't want my neighbors to report back to my husband. My other hand is busy on myself and I bring myself to orgasm with my head in her crotch. This sets her off, her inner thighs quiver and I am suddenly engulfed in a new stream of her juices. I lap up as much as I can and then massage her still quivering thighs. My hands go for her nipples and I sit up to see her face. She is crying. "Are you okay?", I ask. "these are happy tears sweetie" she says between sniffles. "I love you so much" she says, I reply "I love you too Julie" We lay there in each other's arms. At some point her jeans and panties come all the way off (she must have kicked them off -- I didn't do it) I am tenderly kissing her face, her neck, her lips, her face again and she is eating this up. I feel like I must be dreaming and this is the best moment of my life. She has the glazed look in her eyes I mentioned earlier. She gives me her best bedroom eyes and says "You're Next"