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Old Friends [ff, cons, first time lesbian encounte
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I yawn grumpily, not thrilled by having my precious sleep
interrupted by the blaring ring of the phone. I could let the machine
get it, but if someone's calling me at...let's see, the clock says: 6:00
A.M., it's probably important. (It had better be important at this hour!)
Stretching, I reach for the phone. My voice is slightly husky from the
yet-unshed remnants of sleep as I answer, "Hello?"
"Tina, (sounds of crying), I need to see you-could I come over?"
said Cara, my long-time best friend.
Concerned, I reply, "Of course you can come over,Cara, but what's
wrong, why are you crying?"
"Oh Tina, I can't talk about it over the phone. I'll explain
when I come over. (sounds of shaky breathing) I'll be over in a few
minutes."
"That's fine, Cara."
"Th-thanks, Tina..."
"You're welcome, Cara. Bye for now."
Shaking my head in resignation, I lament the loss of my quiet
Saturday morning. I slowly slide out of bed, put on my fuzzy bear
slippers, and trudge to the bathroom. The cold morning air chills me and
turns my nipples into little stiff peaks. I glance in the mirror and
decide against changing from my white silk nightshirt to actual clothes. After
all, I'm not expecting REAL company, just Cara, and I've known her since
we were 5 years old. As this thought flits through my mind, I begin to
wonder once again what is bothering Cara. When I had spoken to her the
day before, everything had been wonderful.
Just as these thoughts began to meander through my sleepy brain,
I hear the doorbell ring. Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I walk
downstairs to let Cara in. I open the door and she stumbles into the
house, her hazel eyes red and wet from crying. Shushing her gently, I lead
her back upstairs to my room and make her sit on my bed. She begins to cry
in earnest now, and the great sobs wrack her shapely 5'8" frame. I hold
her silently and let her cry on my shoulder until she is exhausted.
She finally draws in a shaky breath and looks up at me. "Are you ready
to tell me what's happened now?" I ask quietly.
Nodding her head slightly in affirmation, she brushes her
chin-length auburn hair back from her and takes a deep breath before
replying, "Yes..."
I wait patiently for her to compose herself. Finally, her head
still on my shoulder, she says,"Tina, last night Jake told me he has been
seeing someone else for the past 3 months. And now he wants to marry her."
Jake is, or I suppose in this case, WAS, Cara's serious lover of
9 months. They had recently been discussing the possibility of marriage,
and Cara had been waiting for him to propose to her one day soon.
Shocked, I could only say, "I'm sorry, Tina. I know how much you
love him..."
Her reply was to ask me,"Oh Tina, how could he DO this to me? I
thought things were perfect between us. We'd worked out our other
problems about him not spending enough time with me, and now this all of
a sudden. I had no idea..." On this last sentence her voice cracked and
she started to cry again. I wrapped my arms around her more tightly and
slowly stroked my hand over her hair, soothing her. To my surprise, she
abruptly pulled away and looked at me with this intense expression on her
face. "Tina," she said,"one of your buttons is undone." Absentmindedly
I looked down at my chest and saw that she was right, the top button of
my nightshirt had come open and was giving her a clear view of the top of
my breasts. Shrugging nonchalantly, I rebuttoned it, not understanding
why she had made such a big deal. After all, I had changed in front of
her dozens of times when trying on clothes at stores. Having fixed my
shirt, I turned back to her. She still had that intense, slightly-dreamy
expression on her face, and I realized she was staring right at my chest
where the top button had just been open. A little confused now, but
still not suspecting what was coming, I simply looked at her. "Cara" I
asked,"what's the matter?"
Tina opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She shut it again,
and then opened it once again. This time these are the words that came out:
"Tina, I don't want to scare you, but I've always wanted you. You're so
kind and smart and funny and sexy and...I need you right now. Have you
ever wondered what it would be like to touch me? I've been wondering for
a while now what it would be like to touch you. You turn me on so much
sitting there like that in your nightshirt, so uncaring about modesty...
Tell me something, are you wearing anything underneath it? I love Jake,
but I need you right now. Please let me touch you, Tina. I promise not
to hurt you... Please?"
I could only gasp in surprise and stare at her mutely. I had no
idea what to say- I had no idea that she had wanted me... I thought
about it for a minute before beginning to speak,"Cara, I said..."
My response was suddenly cut off by Cara's mouth. Her lips were
warm and firm against mine, but tender and gentle, coaxing me to open my
mouth. She understood my confusion and uncertainty. I tried to push her
away, but she held me closer, and out of nowhere her hand was slipping
under my shirt, pushing it up to expose my naked breasts to her hot
gaze. Still confused, but becoming slowly aroused, I held my breath as
she pulled the shirt over my head and moved her hands to cover each
breast. I moaned into her mouth, caught off-guard, and she took
advantage of this to slip her tongue into my mouth. She stroked her
tongue against mine, playing with it, twining and entangling with it. She
plunged it in deep into my mouth and slid it slowly over my teeth, all
the while her hands massaging my breasts. She took her thumbs and began
to caress my sensitive nipples. My back arched slightly,unconsciously,
pushing my breasts further into her hands. I moaned once again, my head
starting to spin with pleasure.
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