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Good Friends are Hard to Find (MF, FF, oral, F solo, slow)
By Hecate (hecate@newsguy.com)
(1)
Rape. Elaine couldn't forget what happened two years ago. But she refused to dwell on the details. It was not just something she didn't want to do - it was something she didn't dare do. Like most of ours, Elaine's memory had become blurred around the edges - no one wants to remember the bad things that happen to them and, thankfully, the brain does seem able to lose those sorts of memories. But, Elaine could remember the fear, the loathing, the disgust - the emotions surfaced sometimes, in the middle of the night, and she would wake up fearful and crying, sobbing at...what? She didn't remember.
It hadn't helped that he was her boyfriend. She should have guessed the possibility. One day, they had been in the kitchen. She was making some coffee, he was chopping some vegetables. They started to argue, as they had done more and more often and when it got to screaming pitch, he'd thrown the knife and it grazed her arm. She was shocked, almost rigid, and though he said afterward that it was a mistake and told her how much he loved her, it nagged at her ever afterward. But, she thought it was just a one-off incident, that nothing like that could ever happen again. He loved her, right? And she loved him - nothing like that had ever happened before, so why should it happen again? It didn't. Instead, on that awful night two years ago, she had had a hard day and just wanted to sleep. He wanted something else.
She thought that the betrayal was probably the worst thing. All through her life she felt that she had been let down by those closest to her. Even at school she was bullied because of her intelligence and success. She ended up feeling very much alone.
Still, she was alive, and physically healthy, and almost straightaway after the incident (she couldn't bear to use the R word) she'd met a woman, who had befriended her. About a year ago, they decided to rent a flat together, and Elaine felt more secure now than she'd ever done. They almost always went out together now, and Elaine felt closer to her than anyone. Sandra was someone Elaine admired. She was intelligent, sassy, dressed sexily, and went anywhere she wanted. Unlike Elaine. Elaine had been a quiet person, even before 'it' - now she was wary, and sometimes frightened. But Sandra had made her a lot more positive than she was immediately afterward.
Tonight, Sandra was taking her to a nightclub where they could drink, dance and enjoy themselves. And, if Elaine was right, where Sandra could pick someone up. It had become a habit recently. Sandra did not seem to want a steady relationship with anyone, other than the relationship she had with Elaine. They both got ready for about eight. They thought they would go to a restaurant first, then on to the nightclub. Sandy had dressed in her usual way - a skimpy red dress, low cut and short-skirted, with a pair of three-inch heels. The dress complemented Sandra's fiery red hair and twinkling green eyes. Elaine, a brunette, had also dressed in her usual fashion - a high-necked white blouse and knee- length dark skirt, with a pair of almost-flat shoes.
They had a quiet dinner at the restaurant, using the time to chat about anything and everything, companionably enjoying each other's company. Both women found it easy to talk to each other, seeming to be on the same wavelength, and revelled in the freedom of being able to tell the other anything.
At the end of the meal, even Elaine felt happy. She was finding her emotional feet again, because of Sandra. They left, and walked to the nightclub, which was only a couple of streets away. As they entered the noise filled the air and they could feel the throbbing of the music through the floor. They managed to find a table at the back of the room and Sandra went to get the drinks. Elaine was still not comfortable with contact with other people, though she always felt safe in a crowd.
They sat sipping their drinks and watching the people on the dance floor. Elaine because she loved to see people enjoying themselves, Sandra because she was looking for tonight's target. For the first couple of times they would dance together, as always. Elaine was a sort of cover for Sandra while she took a closer look. Then Elaine would sit and watch while Sandra moved in. Elaine thought that sometime she would like to be able to feel the freedom that Sandra had, but contented herself with just enjoying the atmosphere whilst watching her friend manouevre into position.
Tonight, Sandra had picked a muscular-looking man, quite dark-complexioned, who seemed to move very sinuously. He was tall and slim and even Elaine thought he was handsome. Elaine watched the two bump into each other (a favourite trick of Sandra's) and begin to talk while they danced. Elaine knew that, later, Sandra would explain that she had a flat mate, but that they lived separate lives, and that it would be no problem for the man to come back to the flat. Sandra always watched to see the man's reaction. Once, she had picked up someone who had got the wrong idea, and thought that they were both on offer. They had nearly had to call the police to get rid of him. But, Sandra was very good now at selecting her 'date'.
Elaine watched as Sandra had several dances with the man. When the slow dancing began the lights lowered, but Elaine could still see Sandra's and the man's hands moving over each other. Eventually, they both came to the table. Sandra introduced the man as "Tom". Probably as in 'cat', thought Elaine, but she knew that was probably what Sandra wanted, so kept her thoughts to herself. Sandra winked at her and asked, ostentatiously, if it was OK for her to bring Tom back tonight. Elaine smiled, said "of course", and said she hoped they wouldn't mind if she went to bed early. Tom looked very pleased at this suggestion, so Elaine knew Sandra had got it right again.
After another drink they left the nightclub, flagged down a taxi, and went home. Tom paid for the taxi, which pleased Elaine, and the three went upstairs to the flat. One warm drink later, Elaine was in bed and Sandra had Tom to herself in the lounge. Elaine lay in bed for a while, hearing their voices, but as the voices became subdued, Elaine drifted off to sleep.
Sandra was pleased with her choice. Muscular, Tom was, but he was quite gentle too, especially as he was only 26. Surprisingly mature for a male his age, she thought. She let him make the first move, feeling that he would probably prefer it. As they chatted he used the old 'arm round the shoulder' trick, but she didn't mind - some things never changed, she smiled to herself. As they got closer, he leant over and gently kissed her on the lips. She reciprocated, and they began a little duel of tongues. As they did so, his arm slid down onto her breast, and stroked it, gently. Sandra, already in the mood, as she had been for hours, placed her hand over his and pushed it into her breast. He took the hint and began to squeeze her breast, and stroke firmly over her nipple, through her dress. Sandra deliberately slid backwards on the sofa, pulling Tom down on top of her.
They kissed vigorously and, now he had been encouraged, Tom became bolder. One hand remained behind her head, while the other slid caressingly down her body to the hem of her skirt. His fingers slid upward again, slowly, underneath her skirt. He stroked the insides of her thighs, lightly, causing a frisson of pleasure to shiver up her body. He slid his hand further up, almost touching her panties. Then he extended his index finger so that he was just stroking the line where her slightly damp panties were sticking to her pussy. It almost tickled, but it inflamed her at the same time. By now, Sandra was ready for something more. She whispered in his ear that they should go to her bedroom, before she got too excited to care, and they got up and hurried to her room.
In her bedroom, they hurriedly stripped and lay down face to face, kissing passionately, their hands roaming over each other's body, stoking up a fiery eroticism in them both. Sandra began to stroke Tom's cock, holding it in her hand and gently squeezing, then fondling up and down the shaft. She idly wondered, while she was doing this, if she should go down on him first. She hated it if the men she was with didn't last very long, and the younger they were the more they seemed to have this problem. Still, Tom seemed to be containing himself for now. On the other hand, Tom had first begun to kiss, lick and suck on her breasts, but was now sliding downward and 69 was her favourite number!
As Tom slid down she turned herself so that they were face-to-groin. She looked at his penis, straight and erect, and put her hand around it, beginning the up and down stroking again. Then she turned slightly, and closed her mouth round the bulbous head.
Tom, in the meantime, had begun a slow stroking of her inner thighs, gently pushing them apart. Then he moved his hand upward, and began stroking her, gradually pushing one finger into her. She squirmed as she felt his finger enter her and spasmed slightly as she felt his tongue lick upwards to her clitoris.
Sandra began licking the rim of Tom's penis, and then started to just caress the area at the back of the head, where, she had found from experience, it was particularly sensitive. She moved her hand down to the base of Tom's penis and began moving her head slowly up and down, taking more and more of it inside her mouth.
Tom moved slightly, so that he could use both hands. Distracted as he was beginning to be, he moved an arm over Sandra and began to caress between her buttocks, gently teasing her anus. His other hand was still stroking two fingers in and out of Sandra's vagina, while his tongue was gently flicking the top of her clitoris.
Sandra felt the muscles at the base of his penis begin to throb, and she felt an increase of fluid in her mouth. She pressed gently on his penis with her thumb, to delay the approaching explosion. Still, she pumped up and down on his penis, using her tongue to caress all around the almost bursting head of his penis. She felt him begin to buck slightly, and placed one hand on his buttocks, pushing him towards her.
Tom was now vigorously licking and sucking Sandra's clitoris. She was trembling with lust as he stroked and played with her vagina and clitoris. He felt he was so close to the edge himself, and he wanted to make her come first. But he was not so experienced as Sandra, who had lifted her thumb off the base of his penis, and was sucking him into her mouth faster and faster. Suddenly, he gushed into her mouth, his hips held tight to her mouth, but he tried so hard to keep kissing her clitoris. He managed it for long enough to feel Sandra tensing and shivering as she came.
They lay there for a few minutes, then Sandra pushed Tom on his back and began mouthing his penis again. He lay there, enjoying the feelings, one hand fondling Sandra's pendulous right breast, teasing the nipple. When he was hard, Sandra straddled Tom's body and cautiously lowered herself on to his penis. She began, very slowly, to raise and lower herself, feeling the hot, throbbing member stretch her lips. She found herself getting very quickly excited and began to move up and down much faster. Tom was panting away and she was moaning, loudly, as the erotic sensations increased in strength. Her senses heightened, she thought she could hear a different noise, coming from the room next door.
Elaine had woken up, and heard some noise coming from the next room. Her and Sandra's bedrooms were next to each other. She had often heard things before, but tonight, they seemed louder, and in her sleepy state, the sounds that were obviously Sandra were starting to affect her. Still half-asleep, she started to caress her breasts, becoming more and more aroused as she wakened. She started to pant heavily as she slid one hand down her body to her vagina, and began stroking herself.
Tom slipped one hand round Sandra's buttock and began to tease her anus. With his other hand, he pressed his fingers up the front of her vagina. As Sandra moved up and down on his hard shaft, she was also rubbing up and down on her clitoris. Tom felt like he could last for a while yet, and was determined that she should come as often as possible!
Sandra felt Tom's hands on her body, and found herself reaching a higher level of excitement. The pressure on her clitoris was making her delirious with pleasure, and the effect of Tom's finger on her anus was immensely arousing as she pushed up and down against it as she rode his penis. She began to come, the waves of delight surging through her body, and she began screaming softly and then more loudly as she climaxed. She carried on pumping up and down, only faster, moaning all the time.
Elaine heard the noises and realized, now she was fully awake, that it was Sandra. She also found it highly erotic. Her mind filled with sexual imagery, she began to stroke her vagina, harder and harder, faster and faster while, with her other hand she pinched her nipples, almost till it hurt. She heard Sandra come and came almost immediately afterward. She too, was roaring out loud as she came. She seemed to be frenzied, as she continued to rub herself, as hard as she could and as fast as she could.
Sandra heard Elaine's screams and it made her feel even more aroused, if that were possible. She could feel Tom beginning to thrust up on every downward thrust of hers, as she began shouting out loud, "Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck me!"
Elaine heard her, clearly hearing the words now and felt the upwelling of another orgasm. As she heard Sandra shrieking with what was yet another climax, she came too. The two women were screaming in unison, their faces contorted in the pleasure/pain of orgasm, and Tom, realizing what was happening, spurted his juice into Sandra, feeling as if he were turning inside out and disappearing into her.
This carried on for another hour or so, until both Sandra and Elaine felt their sexual organs and throats were raw. Tom didn't believe that sex could be that good, but despite how he felt, Sandra got him to leave at five in the morning, and settled down to sleep. Elaine, once the noises had stopped, fell back to sleep, exhausted.
(2)
Elaine got up later than normal for her. She was still feeling tired, both from her sexual antics and the lack of sleep. Still, she smiled to herself, it was fun! She heard noises from Sandra's bedroom as she got up and the door came open slowly. Sandra looked rather washed out, but still beautiful. She padded naked across the floor, towards the kitchen. Tom had obviously left already, as Sandra's 'catches' were prone to do.
"Morning," she mumbled as Elaine's eyes followed her across the room. Elaine cheerily said "Hello", and went to the bathroom. After disposing of last night's drinks, she started to shower. Her nipples still felt sensitive, as did her vagina, and she found herself getting a little turned on as she washed. She put on her robe and left the bathroom somewhat warmer, and damper, than when she had entered.
Sandra was sitting at the breakfast table, still nude, eating some muesli. Elaine made some toast and sat down opposite her.
"Nice night," she said, grinning.
Sandra looked up and gave a flashing smile, lighting up her face.
"Yep. A good night. Hope we didn't keep you awake?" smirked Sandra.
Elaine flushed. Surely Sandra was too occupied herself to hear her, she thought.
As Sandra reached over for her fruit juice, Elaine watched intently as Sandra's left breast dipped into her bowl of muesli.
"Yipe!" yelled Sandra as she felt the cold milk on her nipple.
Elaine stared as Sandra brushed the milk and muesli off her breast, leaving a dark pink and obviously erect nipple. She suddenly realized, after all this time that, while she could no longer contemplate sex with a man, she was really excited by Sandra. Without Elaine's noticing, their friendship had changed, for her, irrevocably. It was now one of love and lust. It had crept up on her slowly, but after last night, and the way she was feeling this morning, she could no longer deny it. The one thing that worried her, though, was that if she did anything about the way she felt she would lose the best friend she had ever had.
Elaine was still staring at Sandra's breast. Sandra coughed lightly and Elaine started and looked up. Sandra was staring intently at her, her eyes wide and looking quizzically at her.
Sandra was quiet for a moment and then said, "Did you really find it that exciting last night?"
Elaine blushed profusely. So she had heard, she thought. What do I say.?
She decided on honesty. "Yes, I did. It was hearing you, mainly. You sounded in such ecstasy, I was incredibly aroused myself. Oh, I've heard you before, but I've never felt or reacted like this before. It doesn't affect our relationship. Does it?"
Sandra looked at her and smiled, much to Elaine's relief.
"Of course not." Said Sandra. Then she half stood, and leant across the breakfast table. Sandra put out her arm and stroked down the side of Elaine's face.
Elaine felt confused and a little nervous, and said the first thing that came into her head.
"Oh, you've d-dipped y-your b-breast in the m-muesli again," she nervously stuttered.
Sandra looked down.
"Yes, so I have," she said with a wink. She sat back in the chair. "Why don't you come round this side and clean it up for me?"
Elaine felt herself going very red again. She couldn't help staring at the oats stuck to Sandra's breast, and the milk that was starting to run down. She really didn't know what to do. She sat and thought, quietly, but still staring. Elaine felt her body becoming aroused at the sight and the thought of what she could do. She got up from her chair and moved round to the same side as Sandra.
Sandra leant back in her chair. She placed a hand under her breast and offered it up for Elaine. Elaine stared, wondering if she should be doing this. Realizing it was what she wanted, she bent at the waist and closed her mouth over Sandra's breast, licking at her nipple and areola. She was tentative at first, but really started to enjoy what she was doing. The softness of Sandra's breast, and the contrasting, hardening nipple, made her feel really excited. She could feel her own nipples beginning to harden, and she felt an ache and wetness in her groin.
Elaine felt Sandra's other hand slowly sliding up her leg. Sandra was gently stroking upward just above the surface of her skin, and Elaine felt the downy hairs rise up and tickle, erotically. Sandra's hand reached the top of her thigh and moved round to caress her buttock. Again, Sandra almost touched her skin but not quite. Elaine felt a shiver go through her. An erotic charge produced by another person, which she hadn't felt in years. Sandra's hand moved round in front of Elaine, and caressed the front of her thigh. Pressing on her this time, Sandra stroked first the front of her thigh, then her inner thigh, just below her very damp vagina.
Elaine lifted her head from Sandra's breast, and looked in her eyes. She saw Sandra's eyes sparkling, and the lust behind them. She moved both her hands to caress Sandra's breasts, and leant across to kiss her. Sandra welcomed her, open-mouthed. A long, slow kiss began, their tongues intertwining gently, their saliva mixing and wetting their lips. Sandra was pushing her breasts into Elaine's hands, while she now had both her hands under Elaine's robe. Sandra clasped Elaine's buttocks, pulling Elaine toward her, then moving one hand to Elaine's groin. She began to stroke Elaine's other lips, fondling them with her fingers.
Elaine felt so aroused. She couldn't get enough of Sandra's breasts. The feeling was incredible. Sandra pulled her mouth away from Elaine and said, "let's go to my bedroom". The busy fingers on Elaine's labia meant she needed no persuading.
"Oh, Sandra, of course." said Elaine
Sandra removed her hand from between Elaine's legs and then gently pulled free of Elaine's hands. She got up and led Elaine by the hand to her bedroom. Elaine dropped her robe on the floor, and lay on the bed with Sandra. Sandra got on her knees and straddled Elaine, starting to kiss her again, whilst fondling Elaine's breasts. After a short time, Sandra pulled away and moved her mouth to Elaine's breasts. Meanwhile, she slid a hand downward and began to feather caress the top of Elaine's vagina, just where her clitoris was peeping out.
Elaine found she was quickly reaching her peak. She began to moan, from deep within herself, as Sandra skillfully petted her to orgasm.
"Oh, my God," screamed Elaine as she seemed to explode from within. She felt Sandra's fingers enter her as she came, causing her to reach an even higher peak. She arched her body off the bed, almost balanced on her heels and the back of her head, before lying back with a sigh, feeling wonderful.
"Sandra, thank you," breathed Elaine as she slowly slipped down from her climax. But Sandra continued to stroke her vagina, and Elaine felt herself becoming aroused again.
"Sandra, that's beautiful," sighed Elaine, "but what about you? I know I haven't done this before, but I would like to do something for you too."
Sandra looked up and smiled. "OK, I just didn't want to press you, but maybe you'd like to try this?!" So saying, Sandra turned round and knelt either side of Elaine's head. Sandra lowered her head first, and began kissing and licking Elaine's labia and clitoris, gently running her tongue up and down. She waited to see what Elaine would do, she wasn't going to force the issue.
She needn't have worried. Elaine started moaning again, and reached up with her hands to clutch Sandra's buttocks. Then she pulled Sandra downward, until her face was enveloped by Sandra's wet vagina. Tentatively, she began to lick too. As Sandra drove her wilder and wilder, Elaine's inhibitions left. She stuck her tongue right inside Sandra, and began flicking it so it moved in and out of Sandra.
Elaine was already shuddering with an impending climax when she felt Sandra start to suck on her clitoris, and tickle it with her tongue. Elaine moved her mouth to Sandra's clitoris, at the same time pulling and stroking at Sandra's buttocks. Then she came, even more strongly than the first time. She would've screamed had her mouth not been full of Sandra's flesh. She pressed harder on Sandra's clitoris and felt her shudder and shake as well, as she came too, just a few seconds after Elaine. Both women gripped each other tight, and gripped the other's head as they erupted with pleasure. Then, they both gradually relaxed their hold, and Sandra moved up so they lay side by side, holding hands.
Elaine felt elated and relaxed at the same time. Lying next to Sandra, their warm bodies touching, breast to breast and legs akimbo, she thought that she had never been so happy! Sandra was just smiling at her, her eyes hooded with sleepiness, and she reached across to cuddle Elaine as they both fell to sleep.
(3)
"Wake up, c'mon Elaine," said a voice she didn't recognize. She tried to turn but realized she was not in bed, she was in a deep armchair. She could've sworn she'd gone to sleep in bed, being held by Sandra. She had a real struggle awakening, and finally opened her eyes a good minute or two afterward. Worried, she looked around her. She was in an office of some kind. Sitting straight in front of her was another woman who seemed familiar. She felt something in her arm and saw a thin tube was going into her elbow. Startled, she sat up straight.
"W-what's going on?" she asked fearfully.
"It's all right, Elaine. It'll take a little to get your memory working properly again. Remember? I'm Dr. Brompton. This is my office, and you've been coming here for treatment since your rape, two years ago."
"I don't.." said Elaine, in confusion.
"That's OK. I'll tell you what we've done. We've got rid of the problems with confidence you were having since the rape and now, I hope, we should be well on the way to sorting out the alter ego you constructed. You know, the one called Sandra. I'll leave you in the office for about twenty minutes, and then I'll come back. You should be OK by then. And don't worry, I think we've finally got rid of Sandra this time!"
Dr. Brompton got up and started to leave. Elaine felt stunned. As the psychiatrist shut the door, tears began falling faster and faster down Elaine's cheeks. She began sobbing. She wept for the reality that was gone. She wept more for the reality that was left.
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