Jenny was my best friend. She encompassed all that was beautiful and intelligent. When we met, her heart was open and her smile made me want to be forever by her side.
When the romances went sour in both our lives, we talked through the issues with a good bottle of wine and many funny stories. It was a perfect match. We shared our deepest sensual secrets and I was not afraid to tell her that I was attracted to a hot wet kiss of a girl and the hard, throbbing cock of a man.
We flirted knowing nothing would change how our friendship was, undressing in front of one another, even though she had no interest in sliding her hands between my thighs. I dreamed of her and her full breasts against mine in a sweaty tumble. I'd reveal these dreams in hopes of one day acting on the fantasies I desired. And my wish can true one cold Valentine's evening forever intensifying and solidifying our friendship.
February 14th, a day that will live in infamy, began with a romantic homemade dinner for my boyfriend at his house. A fantastic lemon butter fillet filled our bellies and the sound of Engelbert Humperdinck played softly on the stereo. A warm fire was crackling and a soft bearskin rug was waiting for our unlawful carnal pleasures. I wore a white satin corset and fishnet stockings, my red hair curled tight to entice his cock into my pleasure palace. We began to kiss, brains humming to the tune of a bottle of Moscato wine and the sensual notes of Of 'After the Lovin'. As our mouths engaged, he slid his hand up my plaid miniskirt and touched my moist, hard clit. I slid my hand down his pants and stroked his hard cock as he shuttered with excitement. This was the moment we had waited for all day, to reach an ultimate mutual pleasure.
'Ding-dong', the doorbell rang followed by a loud knock joined by ungodly crying.
We both jumped, his pants fell to the ground, cock fully erect and I turned around, dressed for sex, and headed for the door, ten feet away. Peering through the peephole, I spotted a mess of curly brown hair, tear stained cheeks and cleavage I recognize: Jenny.
I couldn't resist helping my friend in need. I'd be there for her, comforting and ready to help her drink a bottle of our favorite wine. So, I opened the door, fully aware of how I was dressed. My boyfriend scurried into the kitchen to collect himself and I ushered my disheveled friend to the couch by the fire.
She was so involved in her drama, she didn't notice my miniskirt and corset. My hard nipples peaked out of the top, inviting a mouth to suck. She laid her head on my neck and I held her tight, striking her hair. She sobbed as I comforted her, assuring all will be fine. I deeply inhaled her hair, her pheromones mixing with sadness.
She raised her head, her puffy, red eyes looking into my sky blue ones. My head was swimming and I did what most loving couples do: I pressed my lips against her trembling ones and softly kissed her.
