Susan becomes a MUCH better best friend.
My story is written especially for Mike and Angela by way of thanks to them for their extraordinary hospitality - and love.
With thanks also to MagicaPractica, my fabulous Literotica editor for her help with this chapter.
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So, Susan started it! At least, this is the story as it was told to me.
Susan's husband, Bill, died unexpectedly a couple of years ago. Her lingering grief was tending toward depression. Angela, her best friend, suggested a girl's long weekend up at their cottage, reasoning that getting away from familiar things, even for a short while, might help turn the tide.
Angela and Mike's secluded cottage is set back from a small beach amongst the pine trees on a remote northern lake up in the Muskokas: perfect for a quiet getaway.
Sitting by the fire one fall evening the girls' conversation roamed over many topics - but inevitably came back to reminiscences of Bill. Susan became weepy and emotional, conversation died, and long silences were punctuated only by Susan's soft sobs.
Angela moved over by Susan to give her a consoling hug. She rubbed her back and murmured words of comfort. For several long minutes, Susan was inert and unresponsive. Eventually, Susan raised her face ostensibly to give Angela an "innocent" peck on the cheek by way of thanks - a spontaneous response to her best friend's kindness.
However, at that very same moment, Angela also moved to give Susan a brief friendship kiss: intended to be on the top of her head.
Unplanned, they came face to face. What was intended to be a brief peck between friends became a brief kiss full on the lips.
A spark ignited between them.
"Oh, that felt good," said Susan, surprised. They gazed into each other's eyes, and after a momentary hesitation, leaned back into each other for another, much longer kiss. This time lips parted, and flickering tongues danced and jousted with each other.
Tentatively Susan reached up and gently cupped one of Angela's breasts. Emboldened when she did not pull away, Susan began to rub fingertips over the soft fabric covered flesh and felt Angela's nipples firming in response.
When the kiss ended, they broke apart looking for a response in each other's eyes. Angela's dimples deepened with a widening smile. The glint in Susan's eyes which had so recently been shimmering with tears of sadness, now transformed to a bright sparkle of burgeoning arousal and excitement.
"Oh, what I miss more than anything," said Susan, "is the loss of intimacy since Bill's been gone."
"Tell me more," encouraged Angela, a huskiness creeping into her voice.
"I often thought Bill too needy of affection," said Susan, "and most especially for sex."
"But now that he's gone, I find myself craving that very thing, even more than he ever did. Angela, why am I so fricken' horny these days? "
"Hmm. That's a good question. But, girlfriend, I need to point something out to you. I'm afraid that at the moment there's only the two of us," Angela smirked with a giggle.
"Afraid?" whispered Susan, becoming more serious and wanton.
"No, Ang. No, I'm not afraid," she said hesitantly. "It's just that I've, well I've never been with a woman before. But, somehow if I ever did, I do know, I absolutely know that I'd want it to be with you," and her voice trailed away as she stood to kiss Angela's lips again.
Angela reached down, cupping her hands under Susan's butt and drew her in close, then sighed heavily.
"Ditto, Susan" she whispered softly. "Me too. Oh, me too. And you know, I've never been with a woman, either. But I have to admit that I have often fantasized about making love with you."
And so it began.
In between passionate, soul-searching kisses and exploratory caresses, clothes gave way to nakedness. Soon the two women moved off to Angela's king-sized bed in the next room.
The abandoned fire slowly burnt down to dry ashes, while under the covers in the adjoining room a smoldering lust blazed into a multi-orgasmic passion of a kind and intensity those two women had never known before.
Angela and Susan discovered unexpected new dimensions to their lifelong friendship. They explored the joys and exquisite pleasures of lesbian sex. They simply could not get enough of each other.
The rest of that long weekend was spent mostly in the naked arms of each other. In the bedroom, in the kitchen, in the lake, and even once fully exposed out in the sunshine on the small patch of sandy beach in front of the cottage.
Eventually, they returned home with much-kneaded breasts, topped with sore-but-tingling nipples; mildly aching pussies; slightly stretched anal puckers. And a passionate resolve to "make up for lost time" whenever - and wherever - they could. Which worked out to be a few times a week, mostly in the afternoons while Mike was at work.
Over the weeks that followed Mike began to notice things. Little things, such as a pair of half-full wine glasses left forgotten on the deck one afternoon, and then on another day, he found one of Angela's earrings deep between the cushions of a sofa she that hardly ever sat on. And on yet another day, the bed sheets were rumpled under the duvet when they went to bed.
Mike began to have his suspicions. However, he had little cause for complaint. Angela was as loving and attentive as ever, and her sex drive seemed to have gone into hyperdrive. She demanded sex almost every night and with a fervor that Mike could only remember from when they were newlyweds.
Then one day he saw a pair of panties in the laundry hamper that he didn't recognize as being Angela's. And putting things together, he realized that Susan and Angela had been seeing much more of each other recently. More than that, Angela had seemed a bit distracted whenever Susan was around.
