After the two day getaway out in the woods it was a disappointment to return to the day to day grind of life, though I did miss my kids. I got back into the routine of the kid's lives, my college classes and managing the house. I did one selfish thing though, I made an appointment to have my nipples pierced. For years I had been aware of how sensitive my nipples were but my renewed hunger for a sex life reminded me and I wanted to do something that felt kinky. I made the appointment under the guise of having a second piercing in each ear, towards the top, which I did want and got.
But when I was in the chair having it done I asked the woman doing it if she had time to do something else as well. When I told her what I wanted she quickly pulled up her own shirt to show me her beautiful tits. From each rose colored nipple hung a gold hoop and she asked me if I liked them and wanted to touch them. Her areolas were small but enhanced her nipples and I was entranced. Shyly I reached out and ran my finger over one as she smiled down at me. Just touching her was hot, let alone seeing her beautifully decorated tits. I compromised and got only my right one done. I decided to try it and see if I liked it, I could always go back. A short time later I walked out of there with a huge smile and a small single silver hoop accentuating my sensitive right nipple.
My hunger for sex was growing and my mind drifted back to my sophomore year in college when I accidentally caught my roommate naked and on my bed. She was on her side humping my pillow. I was supposed to go home that weekend but plans fell through and I didn't think to knock when I walked into our room. Linda was embarrassed and it was the first time I saw her naked. She was tiny with almost no boobs but long nipples and a taut boy's ass. I had been mildly attracted to some girls in high school but didn't take it seriously and never did anything about it. She and I talked and by the end of the night I had my first taste of another woman. We both dated guys throughout the year but we spent most nights between each other's legs. Using tongues and fingers on each other was heavenly and we got really good at it. I could find her G spot in seconds and was pleased with myself when I went to sleep with my fingers wrinkled from her juices. Eventually we ordered a battery powered vibrator that was advertised in the back of a men's magazine that was lying around the dorm. It was smooth and gold and we took to calling it Goldie as if it was a person. By the end of the semester we had broken Goldie from too many hours of use. As much as I loved the touch and passion and sex with Linda I knew I wasn't in love with her. I was experimenting and isn't that what college was for?
I loved the soft feel of another woman but never had the chance again to be intimate with a woman. Of course if I saw a sexy woman on the street I would stare a little and I did enjoy the women's bodies whenever I was watching porn. But my immediate problem was that Charles and I could not sync our schedules to meet up. He was busy or out of town or I was busy. I was so, so very horny. I would have settled for a quickie in a back alley somewhere, anywhere, just as long as I could kiss him or better yet go down on him. We just couldn't make it work. My sex drive was at an all time high but I had no one to play with. I was bringing myself off twice a day when I was home alone. But I needed more.
I met Krissy in one of my school classes and we slowly became friends. Several years younger than me she was full of nervous energy and seemingly naive. She was quick to say that she had never been married, had no kids and enjoyed life and being spontaneous. Light and breezy, always chatty. Krissy was a true redhead, wearing it usually in a long ponytail. Tall, with the broad shoulders of a swimmer, her most obvious feature were her large breasts. Occasionally the air conditioning of the lecture hall would cause her nipples to really stand out. She didn't put her breasts on display but they were hard to ignore. I envied them. I also found her light smattering of freckles adorable. She was gorgeous but I didn't take her seriously. Our friendship started with unimportant chit-chat and staying in touch about classwork. We sometimes met before class for coffee or a hurried review before an exam. By the next semester we were sharing personal life news and gossip. She was far more mature and interesting than I had first thought.
"Janey, something is up with you, I can tell you're happier and more relaxed," Krissy said.
This question came after the second or third time that Charles and I had had sex. I was in a better mood. My outlook had switched to one more positive. The reality was I was very preoccupied thinking of the next time he and I could meet up and screw. I wanted another adventure with him, with that dick. To feel someone valuing me, working to make me feel pleasure.
I was reluctant to let Krissy into that part of my life as I wasn't sure we were those kind of friends yet. Was she going to be judgmental about me having sex outside of my so-called marriage? My conscience was clear, I knew that much. My clueless husband and I continued living mostly separate lives as I continued to raise our kids mostly alone. Even at my horniest, I never considered him an option, not anymore, those days were gone.
When she brought up my new mood we were sitting at a table just down from our lecture hall waiting for class to begin. I took a deep breath, leaned in towards her and told her. I told her Charles meant more to me than most anyone else and though weird at first, us evolving to have a physical relationship made all the sense in the world to me. My passion for him started platonic but became sexual out of need, convenience and common sense, as he is an amazing human being. Charles knew me better than anyone else and it turned out he was good in bed and out in nature.
As Krissy leaned in closer to listen I again became aware of her breasts because on this day she was wearing a tight sweater. I began to feel myself becoming aroused, both from telling her of all the fantastic sex I was having but also her close proximity. I was aroused at the piercing salon around another woman and now I was getting wet telling Krissy about my new sex adventures. But was it the telling of the story or was it her that was turning me on?
"He really fucked you over the backseat of your car?" She asked wide eyed. "And he fed you your mixed cum? Oh damn, that's so hot!" She was right, it was pretty hot. It was the first time I had heard Krissy use "fuck" as a verb. I found myself excitedly telling her more details, reliving the fun I had been having. Proud of how uninhibited I had become. From then on we spoke about sex often and she asked me every time we met if I had seen Charles. These conversations all took place before the weekend at the cabin. When I saw her the next time after that weekend she sat practically on top of me begging for every detail, she was so keyed up.
"Wait, you fucked HIM? You own a strap on? Naked hiking? He nailed you over a tree? That all sounds so amazing but getting laid under the stars is my favorite! I am so jealous!" Krissy was positively giddy listening to the tales of my weekend. She squealed with delight as I gave her all the lurid details. At one point to show her excitement about the butt plug, she put her hand on my leg and squeezed. I thought it was just her younger enthusiasm and energy bubbling up. But she left her hand there and it seemed to slide up towards my crotch just a little. My cheeks felt instantly warm. Still leaning into me she put her lips next to my ear and whispered.
"Your new jewelry looks super hot. I've always wanted to have that done. Will you show me? I want to see it. Please?"
Shit. I thought my bra was padded enough to hide my new hoop. Guess not. I was saving it for Charles, he was supposed to be the first to enjoy it. I was wet, I was horny and I was finding myself attracted to Krissy more than I had realized. She had always stood out physically, but now we seemed to be on the same page about a lot of things. When she whispered in my ear my heart started to pound. A quick check of my phone showed there was about ten minutes until our class started. Fuck yeah, I'm doing this. I stood up, grabbed my school bag and walked to towards the women's restroom. I looked over my shoulder and Krissy was still sitting, a confused look on her face. I smiled at her. By the time I pushed through the restroom door she was walking in right behind me.
I grabbed her by the shoulders and maneuvered her taller frame into the handicapped stall. I think she assumed that I was bringing us into the restroom just to show her my tits. The old me would have done exactly that, nothing more. Of course the old me wouldn't have anything on my nipples. A show-and-tell would have been nice but I was being honest with myself that I wanted her. I was outrageously worked up and had now decided that Krissy and I should be closer friends, much closer. I dropped my bag and reached up behind her neck and pulled her head down to me. A slow sensual kiss might have been the way to start but I was hungry. I wanted her and it is fair to say I pounced on her. I brought my lips to hers as I pushed her up against the wall of the stall. My tongue launched out at her trying to find her tongue so we could play. She seemed momentarily surprised as I worked over her soft, pink lips. All that lip gloss was soon gone to waste. I heard a thud as she dropped her bag to the floor next to mine and then put her arms around me and pulled me in tight.
Her tongue did come out to play and attacked mine, as if trying to fight for control. We were both moaning into each other's mouths as our juicy kiss continued. A little out of breath I broke the kiss and went for her neck so I could gulp in some air.
"You are so fucking hot!" I said while licking her neck in between kisses near her ear.
"Oh damn, oh fuck. I have been wanting this for so long," Krissy replied.
