Taylor's Journal By Annie B
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This story contains consentual sex between two women. If this offends you, or you are a minor, or if it is illegal for you to view such material, please stop reading. _______________________________
I fully realize how lucky I am. Isn't it every little girl's dream to grow up with her childhood best friend? Taylor and I have known each other since kindergarten and have gone through everything together. We lost our first teeth together, got our periods together, and even discovered our inclination toward women together. We've been very selective about who we've shared our orientation with; we're sure people would assume we're lovers. But no, the farthest we've ever gone was an innocent game of "doctor" when we were six.
Now, here we were, 24 years old and living together in a fabulous apartment in Minneapolis. I'm currently finishing up my masters degree in business with a fairly high-paying internship at a prestigious financial institution. Taylor also has a great job. We both love our work, but it keeps us very busy. It seems like we hardly get to see each other.
It was the middle of November and the air was already frigid. I was stuck at home tonight working on an assignment I have to do for my internship. Taylor had called saying that she had to work late. I decided to make the most of my evening alone by building a nice, cozy fire. When I was tired of writing, I went to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. As an afterthought, I added some Irish Cream. A moment later the door blew open and in flew Taylor, followed by a blast of icy air and a few snowflakes.
"Cassie! It's SNOWING!!! How fucking crazy is that???" Taylor exclaimed. Being from the South, Taylor and I weren't used to these Midwest winters.
"Aww hon, you look like a popsicle! Here take this, I just poured it," I said as I whisked Taylor into the living room and in front of the fire. I helped Taylor out of her coat and handed her my drink.
"Mmm, hot chocolate and Irish Cream," she purred. "You really know how to treat a woman after a long hard day's work."
"Speaking of which, I thought you were working late, whatcha doin' home so early?"
Taylor laughed. "Uh, Cass? It's 9:30."
"What???" I looked at my watch in disbelief. She was right. Taylor laughed again.
"Slaving away on that journal all night?"
"Of course," I sighed.
"Well here, I'm actually home earlier than I thought I'd be. Why don't we break for the rest of the night, pop in a movie, and maybe open that bottle of wine your parents brought us when they came to visit last month. What do you say?"
I smiled. "Sounds perfect, Tay." It WAS Friday night and neither one of us had to work the next day and I couldn't remember the last time Taylor and I had spent the evening alone.
"Cass, you're doing that thing with your back again. You ok?" Taylor asked, concerned.
It took me a moment to realize I had inadvertently been popping my back. I had thrown my back out several years back and it had bothered me ever since, especially in cold weather when all my muscles tense up.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine. I've just been hunched over my laptop all night so I'm a little stiff."
"Need a backrub, darlin'?" Taylor gave GREAT massages and she's always willing to lend a hand when I'm in pain.
"You're too good to me." I told her, smiling. "I tell ya what, I think I'm going to hop in the shower really quick before we start the festivities."
"That's fine, I'll pour the wine, stoke the fire, and get the DVD player warmed up."
"Perfect."
In the shower, I was looking forward to my backrub. Taylor's expert hands always felt great kneading my tight back muscles.
Of course, I often wondered what they felt like on other parts of my body... OK, even though I've known Taylor for nearly 20 years, I'm not blind. My best friend is fucking gorgeous. She's 5'9", chestnut brown hair, striking blue eyes, those adorable dimples, and legs that go on for miles...add all that to her charming and sexy personality, she was quite the package.
I honestly can't remember a time when I wasn't in love with Taylor in some way. Hell, one of my fondest memories is the day Taylor and I got married. We were 10, and Taylor was the bride and I was the groom. My brother was the pastor. We even exchanged Cracker Jack rings and fed each other Hostess cupcakes at a little "reception." I was about 16 when I realized I would rather keep Taylor as a friend rather than risk everything by telling her my feelings and her not reciprocating.
"Cassieeeeeeeee! What are you doing in there, seeing how long the hot water will hold out?" Taylor called from the living room, shaking me out of my daydream.
"Keep your pants on, I'll be right there!" I called back. I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around myself, and went to my room to get some clothes on. I decided on my favorite pair of cuddly flannel pants and a thin tank top so Taylor could have easy access to my back.
Taylor popped in the movie and I sat down in front of the couch so Taylor could rub my back. My muscles relaxed the second Taylor's hands glided across my back. The woman probably knew every inch of my back by heart. She's given me dozens of backrubs through-out the years. She knew exactly where my bad spots were and how to work them effectively.
"Geez Cass, your skin's on fire. That shower must've been scalding!" Taylor said as she handed me a glass of wine. "You gotta try this, your parents gave us some great shit!" I took a sip and Taylor was right! It was a dry peach chardonnay that my parents got from a local winery from their home in Arizona.
"Damn!" I exclaimed. "This night just keeps getting better." Taylor's legs were hanging on either side of me and I took her left foot and started rubbing.
"Ahhhh, that feels great, Cass." Taylor cooed. We sat there rubbing each other, watching the video, drinking our delicious wine, and basking in the heat of the fire.
The next thing I knew the room was dark, the fire was out, the wine glasses were put away, and Taylor was no longer behind me. Instead, there was a pillow under my head and a fleece blanket covering me. I must have dozed off! I looked at my watch; it was 3am. As I got up to head to bed, I noticed a steady snow illuminated by the streetlight outside. When I went to the window to get a better look, I noticed there was already a thick blanket of snow covering everything. There had to be at least 4 inches already on the ground and it was still coming down. It was a good thing I didn't have anywhere to go tomorrow. I'm still not that skilled at driving on snow-covered streets. As I drifted off to sleep I thought about what a fun day it would be tomorrow, snowbound with Taylor.
I woke up to the sound of Taylor banging on my window from the outside. I stumbled out of bed and opened the window.
"Hey Cass, get your lazy butt out of bed and help me shovel the sidewalk. There's a shitload of snow out here."
"Hell no," I groaned.
"I'll make you one of my famous omelets for breakfast," Taylor bargained.
"Fine," I sighed. I closed the window and got into some heavier clothes. The second I stepped outside I was pelted with a snowball. Taylor stood a few feet in front of me smiling sweetly. I glared at her and ducked down to scoop up some snow before she could see the smile appearing on my face. I formed a huge snowball and started chasing Taylor.
I don't know why I even attempted to chase her. I'm 5'4" so she has several inches of leg on me. I ended up just hurling the wad of snow at her. My aim couldn't have been better; it hit her square in the back of the head. Taylor calmly turned around and walked over to me. A smile slowly spread across her face and before I knew it Taylor maneuvered me down to the ground and had me pinned.
We were both laughing hysterically as Taylor piled snow on me. I entwined my legs with hers and this allowed me to flip her over and I started loading snow on top of her. We continued rolling around in the snow for a few minutes, taking turns pinning each other.
Of course I was enjoying this immensely. I was so hot for Taylor I couldn't even feel the wet cold of the snow that had my clothes completely soaked. Come to think of it, Taylor wasn't complaining about the cold, either. It was only after I was completely exhausted that I suggested we go inside so Taylor could whip me up a huge, fluffy omelet.
Once inside, Taylor and I went to our separate rooms to get into some dry clothes. Taylor had finished changing before I did and was already in the kitchen getting out the dishes to make the omelets.
"Hey why don't you throw our clothes in the dryer while I get lunch ready?" Taylor suggested. "They're in a pile in my room."
As I was gathering Taylor's clothes, my eyes fell on an open book on Taylor's bed. I recognized the writing on the pages as Taylor's handwriting. Curiosity got the better of me and I looked closer at the writing. It was a journal! I knew I shouldn't look any further, but when I saw my name, I just had to see what she had written about me. I nearly fainted as I read how turned on she had gotten during our massage session last night, and how when she realized I had fallen asleep she had to resist the temptation to reach in my tank top and feel my breasts which were nearly visible from where she had been sitting on the couch.
"Hey Cass? What all do you want in your omelet, the usual?" Taylor called from the kitchen. "Cass?"
"Um, yeah. Yeah, Tay. The usual would be great, thanks," I responded, trying my best not to let on that anything was unusual. I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. Of course I wanted to read more, but I knew I had to get back out there before Taylor figured out I saw her journal. I quickly gathered her clothes and put them in the dryer. My mind was racing trying to compute what I had just read. I had to read more!
I had gone through the rest of the weekend playing it as cool as possible. It was Monday now, and I was back at work. I was downing the coffee like I expected to find the answers to all my questions at the bottom of my coffee mug. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about Taylor's journal and what other secrets it held. I needed to know what else she said about me!
It was clear that I was never going to get any work done today. I realized if I took the rest of the day off I would have four or five good hours before Taylor got home. That should be plenty of time to find out everything I needed to know.
When I got home I realized how wrong this was. These were Taylor's personal thoughts. I mean, I used to keep a journal myself, and I would've just died if anyone had read it. On the other hand, however, I've been in love with this woman for over a decade, and now it seems that she shares these feelings...I just needed to know more.
The journal was there on Taylor's bed once again. I opened it to a page toward the beginning and noticed she started writing in the journal about 8 months ago, shortly after we moved to Minneapolis. Taylor revealed that she was so glad to be living with me and that it sometimes seemed like we were married and that she loved that feeling! As I continued reading, I learned that Taylor would purposely walk around the apartment in skimpy outfits just to try to turn me on! And oh how it did! I couldn't believe that she did it INTENDING to turn me on! She'd also talk about how cute I looked in certain outfits. A little later in the journal she mentioned how much she loved me and how she didn't want to risk our friendship by expressing her love. That's exactly how I felt! I wondered how long she had felt this way. Wouldn't it be wild if we had been in love with each other for yours and just never knew it?
I got to her latest entry which was just written on Saturday. She mentioned how sometime this week she wanted to take me to the Golden Olive, a very fancy Italian restaurant. This gave me a great idea. I was going to dress up in one of the outfits Taylor thinks I look cute in and take her to the Golden Olive for dinner tonight. I hopped in the shower for a quick refresher and then got into my low-rise khaki slacks and low cut orange shirt. I had just finished applying my makeup when I heard Taylor walk in the door. It was show time! I walked out to the living room to greet my friend.
"Tay, you don't have any plans for dinner tonight, do you?" I asked. I noticed Taylor was checking me out and knew the outfit had something to do with that, since she specifically mentioned it in her journal.
"Well, no, I hadn't really thought about dinner. I just assumed we'd have sandwiches or something"
"Well, I've been craving Italian all day. What would you think about going to the Golden Olive tonight, my treat?"
Taylor's jaw dropped. I flashed her a killer smile to reel her in.
"That's amazing, Cass. I've been craving Golden Olie for quite awhile now. Count me in!"
At the restaurant, I immediately ordered as a bottle of merlot. Taylor giggled.
"Damn girl, what's the occasion?" She asked.
"Oh you know, we hardly ever see each other anymore. I thought it was time we do something fun together."
"Well you definitely know how to show a lady a good time, babe."
We spend the rest of the evening chatting about our jobs and what was knew with the people we worked with, telling jokes, and just basking in each others' company. All throughout dinner I couldn't stop thinking about how much I love the woman in front of me, and how I knew she felt the same.
A few days later I got home early from work and thought it would be the perfect opportunity to check out Taylor's journal to see if she had written anything new. Sure enough, she wrote about our dinner at the Golden Olive! She mentioned how ironic it was that I took her there when she had just wanted to go there with me. She continued to talk about what a great time she had and how hot I looked that night. She then said that she didn't think she'd be able to hide her feelings for me for too much longer, and she wished I'd at the very least give her a sign that I'd be receptive to her feelings.
"This was it," I thought. "I'll make my move tonight." Because I do my best thinking in the shower, I took a brief one to start thinking about the plan for tonight.
When Taylor came home I had just been out of the shower for a few minutes. I opted for a soft sweater and a stylish pair of jeans for this momentous night. I wanted to go for the cute and cuddly look. I made small talk with Taylor, just talking about work and whatnot. We made grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner, and afterward we lounged on the couch, discussing what to do with the rest of the evening. I started getting nervous when I realized this was the perfect time to begin carrying out my plan. Even though I knew Taylor would be more than receptive to what I was going to do, this was such a big step and could have numerous outcomes.
"Actually, Tay, there's something I've been meaning to give you for a very long time, and I thought I'd give it to you tonight." There was no going back now. Taylor raised her eyebrows and gave me an inquiring grin.
"Oh yeah? What would that be?"
I swallowed hard, quickly ran my tongue over my lips, and mustered up every ounce of courage I had.
"This," I said as I slid my arm around Taylor's waist and brought my lips to hers. I felt Taylor jump as our lips met, but after this initial shock, Taylor briefly broke the kiss to reposition her lips on mine. She cupped my face in her hands as I slipped my other arm around her. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to leap out of my chest! I had dreamed of kissing Taylor literally hundreds of times, but I never dreamed it would be like this. I could tell that Taylor was liking it too. Finally, we broke the kiss to catch our breath. Taylor moved her hands around my back and held me close.
"You found my journal, didn't you?" Taylor asked, smiling wickedly. My jaw dropped to the floor. I was completely stunned.
"I...uh...what journal?" I stammered. Taylor laughed.
"The journal I've been trying to get you to find for months now. I'd leave it out, especially on days where I knew you were going to clean the apartment. I thought maybe you'd open it to see what it was so you'd know where to put it away. I knew you never touched it, though. Leaving it open on my bed and asking you to get my clothes was going to be my last resort. When you took me to the Golden Olive, I knew you had read it," Taylor explained.
I was trying to make sense of what Taylor was telling me. This was just unbelievable. I had sooooo many questions for her, but I was very away of how close we were holding one another. There were things I wanted to do to this beauty much more than just ask her questions.
"I love you, Taylor Marie Clark," I said boldly. Taylor tightened her hold on me.
"I love you too, Cassandra Skye Richards." We leaned in for another kiss and ended up falling asleep, right there on the couch, in each others arms.
Needless to say, I was on top of the world the next day at work. Waking up on the couch in Taylor's arms was the most wonderful thing I had ever experienced...so far. We cuddled for a bit before we had to get ready for work. I couldn't wait to get home to her at the end of the day. I had a feeling things were going to be very different when I got home. Even the people I work with noticed that I was in a super good mood today.
The hours dragged by, but finally it was time to roll. When I got home, however, I was very surprised to find Taylor's car already there. I ran my fingers through my hair, put on a fresh coat of lip gloss, and opened the door to our apartment.
The room was lit by candles which put off a warm, spicy fragrance. Wonderful aromas drifted from the kitchen. I felt like I was in a dream, especially when Taylor walked out of the kitchen with a smile on her face and a glass of wine in her hand.
"Right on time," she said as she handed me the wine. I smiled at her and shook my head.
"Girl, what on earth are you up to?" I asked suspiciously. Taylor shushed me by putting a finger to my lips.
"I couldn't concentrate at work, so I came home early. Last night has been on my mind all day."
"Me too." I said softly.
"You don't have any regrets, do you?" she asked tentatively.
"Of course not, Taylor! I've dreamed of being with you for years!" I even shocked myself by saying that, and I hoped that I didn't scare Taylor by saying that. Instead, Taylor walked to me and gently embraced me. I returned the gesture.
"I've wanted to be with you too, Cass," Taylor whispered in my ear.
We stood there, just holding each other for awhile. A sigh escaped from my lips as Taylor began to kiss around my jaw bone and then my neck. I ran my hands up and down her back as I buried my face in her long mane of hair. I inhaled deeply, taking in the lovely lavender fragrance of her hair. I couldn't take it anymore. I put my hand under her chin and lifted her head up until her lips met mine. I kissed her with everything I had. When we broke the kiss, Taylor looked like she was about to faint.
"You ok, babe?" I asked, concerned.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine. I'm just...I never thought simply kissing you would feel so damn good," Taylor replied sheepishly. I smiled.
"Yeah, well, twenty years of sexual tension can really do a number on ya."
Taylor chuckled. "You know...dinner still has about an hour to bake..."
"Say no more," I said as I took Taylor's hand and lead her into my room.
We stood by my bed, kissing deeply. My desire for Taylor was rising by the second. I drank her in with each of my five senses. I felt her mouth twitch as I began to unbutton her shirt. I reluctantly broke the kiss.
"Are you ok with this?" I asked.
"Cassie, I've dreamed about this for years. I just can't believe it's happening." Taylor took my hand and placed it on her bare breast where I had unbuttoned her shirt. It was only then that I realized she had opted out of wearing a bra tonight.
"Proceed," she said, adding a little wink.
Just holding Taylor's soft, warm globe was nearly enough to send me over the edge. I maneuvered Taylor onto the bed so that I was kneeling beside her and leaning over her as she lay on the bed. I quickly finished unbuttoning her shirt and pushed it back, exposing all of her perfect chest. A quick glance at her face revealed her anticipation as I lowered my mouth to her neck. I very slowly kissed and nibbled my way to her breast. I dragged my tongue around her soft skin until my lips found her nipple. As I gave her nipple gentle flicks with my tongue, I felt her breathing become heavy. Taylor reached behind me and pulled my shirt over my head. I quickly let her remove my shirt and bra before I returned to her nipple. Taylor didn't stop with my shirt and bra, though. Before I knew it, Taylor had flipped me onto my back and was unzipping my jeans. I gave her a wicked grin.
"Oh yeah? Two can play at that game, girlie," I said, returning the favor. In mere seconds we were both completely nude and holding each other close.
"You're so beautiful, Cassie," Taylor mused.
"Why thank you. You're not too shabby yourself," I joked. Taylor chuckled.
"Please tell me this isn't a dream, Cass."
I gave Taylor a brief but intense kiss. "No, it's not a dream, but I can sure understand why you would think that. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to fuck you now before I explode." Before Taylor could say anything, I pressed my lips to hers & slid on top of her. I used one hand to prop myself up while my other hand returned to her breast. Taylor let out a soft moan which gave me more access to her velvety mouth.
Although I was immensely enjoying wrestling with Taylor's tongue and running my fingers over her rock-hard nipple, there were other places I wanted to visit. I began to slide my body down Taylor's, leaving a trail of kisses behind. I quickly glanced at Taylor's face to gauge any hints of reservation Taylor may be having. Lucky for me, Taylor already looked like she was in heaven.
I could barely contain myself as I positioned between her legs. Her cunt looked incredibly inviting, but hell, I've waited a decade for this, a few more seconds wouldn't hurt as I explored more of Taylor. I nibbled around on her inner thighs as I gently stroked her outer folds with my fingers. Taylor raised her hips to make my fingers press further into her. I figured I had been enough of a tease. I spread her outer lips using my thumbs and gave her clit a gentle lick before I began lapping at her. I heard Taylor moan as she began to move her hips in time with my tongue.
I had dreamed of doing this so many times it was hard for me to believe this was really happening and not just another vivid dream. I took my hands way from her pussy and reached them behind her, grabbing ahold of her ass, pushing myself further into her. Taylor began really bucking against me and I knew she was getting ready to cum. I squeezed her ass cheeks as my tongue swirled around her clit. I took one hand off her ass & slid two fingers inside of her. Between her juices and my saliva, my fingers glided effortlessly in and out of her. Taylor threw her head back into the bed & muffled her moans with my pillow. I resumed sucking gently on her clit as I pumped my fingers. I was going to give this girl an experience that would not be forgotten.
Before long, her breathing became short & jagged and her body tensed. When I felt her go limp, I knew she had finished. I made my way back up her body and held her head to my chest as she caught her breath.
"Cassie?" Taylor whispered, finally.
"Yes, angel?"
"Why didn't I just jump you instead of doing that whole journal shit?"
I laughed hard. Her comment had caught me off guard. "Well hon, it doesn't matter now. We're together, and that's what counts."
"You're right. Oh, and Cass?"
"Yeah?"
"Brace yourself," Taylor said, as she flipped me over on my back and pinned me to the bed. I looked up at her and smiled,
then closed my eyes and let my body be taken over by my best friend.
THE END