First Bi Experience

I'm a nurse and one of my best friends at work, a fellow RN, became a widow about a year ago. I invited her to stay at my house for a few weeks, until she got feeling better about living alone. At first she was a little unsure but finally decided to try it for a few days. We really hit it off great. She didn't intrude into my life (dates) and I didn't even know she was around most of the time except when we sat down to watch a TV program or eat together in the kitchen. I had dates and since I never brought guys back to my place, Barbara and I didn't have to try and figure how to deal with that type of situation. Oh ya, I had sex with some of my dates but we would go to a motel or to his place, but I never allowed visits to my house. Barbara never went out. She either worked or was at home.

A few days turned into a few weeks and one day I asked her why she didn't give up her apartment and move in with me permanently. She helped with the cleaning and cooking and we got along great. I found the conversations with Barbara stimulating and we enjoyed each others company. The next day she agreed and we hauled all her belonging to my house. Our relationship began to become a lot more relaxed and we talked about everything.

She didn't want to date but was frustrated sexually. She was uncomfortable with the thought of dating and getting involved with someone. She almost felt it would be cheating on her deceased husband. I told her to relax and things had a way of working out. Time is a great healer. I dated about once a week but found the guys I met recently to be jerks who were just interested in getting in my panties. We discussed switching positions, she would date my jerks and I would stay home and relax a little. We both laughed about our situations.

One night while we were sitting around the kitchen table having diner, Barbara mentions that she was really diappointed in a doctor at work because the medicine he had prescribed for a rash, wasn't working and she was thinking of asking someone else for advice. I asked her about the rash and she became a little hesitant but finally told me it was between her legs and burned when when she walked. I told her I had the same thing from time to time, and had traced the problem to the clothes washer which didn't aways get rid of all the soap after washing. We spent the rest of the evening in good conversation and watched a couple of shows together, laughing so hard it sometimes hurt our sides. We went to our separate bedrooms and got ready for bed because we both had to be at work at 6AM the next morning. Barbara called to me a few minutes later asking me what I had used for my rash. To told her I had a special lotions a friend of mine at the hospital had concocted for the nursery. I got out of bed aand went to the bathroom an got the bottle. I took it to Barbara's room and started to give it to her when it occurred to me that her rash and mine might not be the same. I told her my concern and asked to see her rash. After a little hemming and hawing and after I told her we were both nurses so what is the big deal she pulled up her gown so I could see. The night light didn't provide enough lite so I used the flashlite she had on her head board to view the rash. Yup it is just like mine and this stuff should work fine, I said as I poured some into the palm or my hand and started to apply it without thinking.

"Yike!!" she said before I realized what had happened. God that stuff is cold. I had put lotion in the palm of my hand and applied it to Barbara without even thinking. My hand was on her crotch and I hadn't even realized it until she squirmed from the coldness of the lotion. I froze and let my hand sit motionless. Is that better I said. Is it warming up. "Yah, that is better now, it sure was cold when you first put it on", she said. I started to massage the lotions in with the palm of my hand without using my fingers to explore. As I was softly moving my hand back and forth I could feel a slight movement of Barbara's hips ,it wasn't very promounced but I knew she was enjoying the action. In a couple of minutes I quit and started to put the cap on the bottle when I saw the frown on Barbara's face and the look of disappointment. I put a little more lotion on my hand and rubbed it between my two hands to warm it up and started massaging her somemore. It didn't take long before her hips started a slight motion again, I moved a finger in sightly so it rubbed her lips as I stroked and suddenly I heard a gasp and a almost inaudible sound. She tensed up and suttered and then relaxed. I put the cap on the bottle, said good night and left her room. I got back to my room and as I laid there, I began wondering if she had reached a climax but wanted to hide it.

Next day nothing was said about the night before and I kind of shrugged off the thoughts I had had that night. When I got home that night , Barbara was waiting with a drink and dinner. As we sat eating , she suddenly told me she had to get something out and blurted out, that she had had a orgasm while I had massaged her and she was embarrassed and ashamed would move out as soon as she could find someplace else to live. She started to cry. I got up and went to her and held her in my arms, stroking her hair and saying it was alright. Calm down, its ok its ok. Look Barbara, we are buddies and its ok to do what you did without feeling bad. In fact I'm glad it happened, cause you needed the release and I would do it again for you if the situation presented itself again, so quit crying and start smiling. You are with a friend and I wouldn't do anything to hurt you.

That night as I lay in my bed in the dark, thinking about the things that had happened at dinner, I heard the pity pat of slippers coming down the hall, then a soft knock and a voice saying "are you still awake, I couldn't sleep, can I come in and talk awhile". "Sure" I said, "I can't sleep either. Here get under the covers and lets talk ourselves to sleep."

As I lifted the covers, Barbara didn't hesitate and laid down beside me. We held hands and talked about alot of stuff that as I found out later had nothing to do with why she had come to my room. We talked about her husband, doctors we both knew, about a bunch of stuff that skirted the real issue. After awhile I suddenly realized we had changed positions and were facing each other and were stroking each others backs. When did this happen, I tried to remember but couldn't.

"You know Dawn, I have a confession to make and don't know how to get started. I feel so dumb. When I had the orgasm last night, it was the most intense thing I've had in a very long time. I've mastrubated a number of times after Jack died but when you brought me, I haven't felt that intense since my Honeymoon night. I had know control over the thing , you were in complete charge and it just built and built. When I reach a climax by myself I think my hand stops for a instant when the feeling is intense. With someone else doing it you can't control the other persons hand."

I suddenly felt her hand gently feeling between my legs and a very small stirring started deep within me then subsided, there it was again, an little stronger this time. She snuggled up to me with her arm down the front of me and fingering my lips. She kissed my nose and an eye. Then her fingers became more bold as they played teasingly with the hair and lips of my vagina. I kissed her on the forehead and cheek, then full on the lips. I was breathing faster now and the nerves between my legs were starting to react. I moved my hand down to her vagina and started to explore. something I hadn't done the night before. We were both kissing and our fingers danced the jitter bug between each others legs. God I was getting hot and feeling light headed. Suddenly my hand wouldn't move anymore and my hips pushed toward her hand and I started trying to rub harder against it. Over the edge I shuttered, I'm over the edge Oh god oh my god, oh oh oh oh oh god. I was startled to feel her hand on mine between her legs and she was moving for both of us. When I came back to reality I moved faster and faster and her hand moved away and she started moving back and forth with each stroke of my hand. My fingers were all wet and slippery and I could feel her clit ,it was getting larger. I could feel the little bump getting more noticable and then she was moaning and holding me close. Her head buried in my neck and then she relaxed and started breathing more restfully. Next thing I remember was the light streaming in the window. It was a new day and as I turned , I could see sleeping beside me the beautiful image of a very good friend.