Adult Friends, oral, F/F
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Lali
By
Jan
When I was a 14-year-old I was a freshman in Porter Ridge High School located south by southeast of Charlotte, North Carolina. One afternoon I missed the bus I normally took home and would have to wait forty-five- minutes to an hour to catch the bus used by the teachers. While I was waiting, I needed to pee and went to the ladies-room in the administration building.
When I first entered, I thought the restroom was empty. I entered the first stall and closed and locked the door, out of habit. I had just finished peeing and was wiping myself, when I heard the door open. I heard the voices of two girls entering. They moved to the end of the room and stood near the open window. I heard them complaining about a teacher they didn't like. I was curious who they were, so I moved to the door and with the metal door bolted I was able to push the door out enough to be able to see the two girls with one eye.
I recognized them as two seniors that I had seen around campus several times and knew one was named Alia and the other one was named Maggie. They were dressed like typical preppy high school girls. They were standing close together and Alia took Maggie in her arms and the kiss she laid on her sure wasn't a sisterly kiss. They were embracing tightly and Alia pulled Maggie's tits over the top of her dress and started sucking on her nice nipples. Her right thigh wedged between Maggie's legs. I watched them until they separated because they heard a sound like a bathroom door opening.
I stepped back against the wall behind the toilet, in hopes that they wouldn't see my feet. They left the bathroom, and weighed a few minutes before I left in time to catch the bus. I did have to explain to a couple of teachers why I had missed my bus. Having witnessed Alia and Maggie's behavior I became sensitive to the behavior of them and my fellow students.
When I saw Ali and Maggie around the campus I watched to see if I could tell that they were in love with each other. I never saw them show any signs of affection publicly. I often went to the local theater to watch first run movies.
I was aware that some teenagers exited the theater at the exits on either side of the screen that led to the alley behind the theater. I always left through the main entrance and turned left at the corner and walked past the alley. I started to notice teenagers back there smoking cigarettes. When the breeze was right, I could smell their cigarettes.
I started noting couples kissing back there. A couple of times I saw couples of guys not only kissing, one of them was on his knees and his face was buried in the crotch of the other guy. There were also a few times I saw girls back there kissing each other and I saw one girl holding up her dress while another dark-haired girl was pressing her face against the crotch of the girl leaning against the wall of the theater. I never had the nerve to act on my desire to find out what it would be like to have sex with another girl.
My aunt Jeanne, who was 10-years-younger than my mother, and we both developed crushes on her. She has flawless lips, the toned figure of an athlete, and an irresistible grin. I used to regularly fantasize about masturbating while kissing her large nipples and having her touch my virgin pussy. Strangely, I also pictured my mother watching us, but she didn't stop us or come to the party because she thought it would be wrong. She must have been wet as well.
I dated a few boys while in high school, but only with guys I could control. I was still a virgin when I graduated. Like many of the girls I knew, I got married within a couple of years of graduating from high school to a guy five-years older than me that I had met while working as a file clerk for a utility company.
`We struggled to make ends meet, but we gave birth to a daughter and son within the first five years of our marriage. As the children grew up, sex became less important as we worked hard to build a nest egg and provide for our children as good a living as our parents had provided us. It felt like a slippery climb because for every raise in pay the cost of living and taxes ate most of the gain up.
As our children entered school, they started exercising more independence as they grew older. We resented their rebelliousness as we sat there. They thought we were old-fashioned and unreasonable. I never looked forward to those parent teacher meetings because rarely did a teacher ever tell us something we didn't already know. I became friends with a woman that had children the same age as our children.
We met each other at those parent teacher meetings and functions the school arranged. She had even volunteered to supervise school field trips. We became friends while riding with the teachers and students on the school buses. Her name was Julia and I told her I was Latita. We were both 48-year-olds. She still had a nice figure, even if she was a little thicker. She was still a 36-DD. We began seeking each other out to have coffee with. Our conversations began to include discussions about sex. We were both frustrated because we were not getting enough sex from our husbands anymore. When we talked about our youth and how we became aware of sex. Our experiences were similar. When we became aware of sex, we were both afraid to do anything about our desires because we had been told good girls don't do those things. There was a combination of fear of consequences if found out, and to protect our good girl reputations that prevented us from having any sex until we were married.
When I told her about the way I had witnessed Alia and Maggie kissing and feeling each other up that day when I was a high school freshman. Julia admitted my story had turned her on. She related her story about watching her older sister kissing and feeling up her best friend from hiding. After she related her story, we were both sexually stimulated. I felt my pussy tingling and could feel that it was wet. I thought I could even smell the odor of my own pussy. It just became natural for us to embrace and kiss each other.
The kiss progressed to be an open mouth tongue kiss while we began feeling up each other's bodies. We were sitting next to each other at the dining table, but we left the table to move to the family room couch where we began removing each other's clothes. When we were both naked, we took turns sucking on each other's tits. I did enjoy sucking on her large tits. I was drawn to the smell of her pussy.
I knelt between her legs and spread them wide so that I could admire her cunt. She was not the kind of woman to shave her pubic hair off between her legs. She was quite hairy. It was a thick mat on her vulva and thinned as it ran down the inside of her thighs. I spread her labia and took a long look at her clitoris and vagina.
Julia grew impatient and used both hands on the back of my head to pull my head tightly against her cunt. I did my best to probe every nook and cranny of her cunt with my tongue. Julis must have enjoyed my efforts because she was whispering her praise of my efforts and her butt was wiggling around wildly. She eventually had a strong orgasm and smashed my face against her cunt so hard I couldn't breathe until she relaxed and let her hand move up to feel her own tits.
When she recovered, she reversed our positions and she began eating my cunt. I must admit that I don't have much in the way of pubic hair. The vulva has a lot of white meat showing. She turned out to be very good at eating pussy. Shortly after that first sexual encounter I felt guilty about cheating on my husband. The guilt was short lived.
It took about a week before I got horny enough to give Julia a call and invite myself over for a visit after the kids were off to school. When I arrived and Julia came to the door, she was wearing a simple dress with a tight bodice. I do love the way her breasts fill out any dress.
She invited me to have a seat in the living room while she got us coffee. She went to the kitchen and when she entered the living room she had a tray with two mugs, urn, sugar, cream, and a plate with several varieties of cookies. She placed the tray on the coffee table in front of the couch. She poured the coffee into the mugs and she allowed me and sugar and cream to taste before she doctored her coffee, before she sat down next to me. We took a sip from her mug before she picked up a cookie.
We sat our mugs down after we took a sip. The coffee was cold by the time we picked them up again. From that day on we visited each other every working day for several hours of sex with each other. I learned that she had a stepdaughter named Anne, eho was 23-years- old and whom I greatly adore for all her intellectual prowess and warmth towards me. She has short hair, gorgeous ass, and 36-Cbreasts.
Julia is aware of my feelings for her stepdaughter as well as my sexual fantasies. She was initially astonished when I asked for Anne's used underwear, but she then invited me to retrieve her undies from her laundry basket. Anne and I would like to have a sleepover at Julia's place eventually. One day, I hope to seduce her, kiss her passionately, cuddle her breasts like a lover, and pull her head close to my cunt. I'm wet as I dwell on my thoughts. Julia's and my affair lasted for several years.
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