The story does not contain sexual activity involving people under 18 years old.
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Since my husband, John, died about 8 months ago, the 2 most important people in my life were my son, Ross, and my BFF, Penny, whom I knew for almost 23 years, since our college years. The sudden death of John caught us unexpectedly; he seemed healthy and never complained about pains or difficulties in performing tasks. He even exercised routinely. We didn't ask for an autopsy, so the reason for the death was not verified. Financially, we were lucky John made sure his life insurance was generous, and with my salary as a CPA it was more than enough to afford us comfortable living.
Ross was now 19 and was a sophomore at UCLA. I was very proud of him. He was 6'2", 190 pounds, very manly with light brown hair. It was interesting that he was great on the football field, yet very shy outside the field. On multiple occasions I attempted to talk to him about his feelings, but he managed to avoid discussing those. I often wondered if he would have been able to pour his heart to his father if he was still alive...
Since starting college, he once briefly told me he went out with a blonde girl named Wendy, but after that one time mentioning her, I have never seen or heard about her again. I remember talking about it with Penny. She chuckled, "Jenny, let me find out."
Here is the place to tell you about Penny. Like me, she was now 42 years old. At 5'4", 130 pounds, brown wavy hair, cute face, and a curvy body, she attracted attention wherever she went. I guess the way she dressed had something to do with it too: Her bosom was always prominent, and ample cleavage was the norm. Her dresses and skirts were on the short side as well, displaying her shapely legs. Each time we went to public places, men would ogle her voluptuous, partly exposed figure, and on multiple occasions, tried to date her. During the many years I've known her, Penny dated many guys, but each one for very short time. Her explanation was that her choice of men was awful, thus she preferred to use and then dump them. She claimed she only loved me. I smiled and thanked her for the compliment but was surprised she didn't use her attraction to better handle, if not her emotional needs, at least her physical ones. She winked and said, "One day, when we both are in the mood, I'll tell you more." I didn't push.
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On the 1 year memorial of my husband, Ross had an exam and could not attend. After visiting the grave, Penny accompanied me home. I was crying my heart out, feeling the void after John's passing and remembering the good times we've had together. Penny attempted to console me, but I continued weeping nonstop. Then she went to our bar, pulled 2 bottles of alcohol and a jar of ice cream, and said, "Honey, let's have a feast and get drunk and forget all our troubles." In the following 40 minutes, we recalled happy moments with John and us two growing up. In college they used to call us Jenny-Penny, cause we were inseparable.
After about an hour, both of us got really drunk. We danced in the living room, listening to Oldies music. Penny hugged my tummy from behind and led me on the floor. Once I wobbled, and her palms grabbed my tits. I giggled, "Honey, that feels good. Nobody touched my boobs in exactly a year."
Penny kneaded my tits lightly and chuckled, "Darling, I always admired your breasts. Remember we went to buy underwear together? You said you were jealous of my larger boobs, and I answered yours were perkier and sexier. I really meant it."
"But why, every man would rather touch yours than mine?"
Penny's fingers massaged my mammaries as she whispered in my ear, "Silly girl, I fell in love with you years ago. I love not only your tits, but your hands, legs, tummy, and everything else." Next, she stopped dancing, gently turned me around, and mumbled, "In college, I didn't tell you about my love because I was scared you didn't think it was appropriate and would leave me. Later, you married John, so my only option was to be your BFF. Now I love you more than ever before..."
She stared into my eyes lovingly. I gazed at her, and for a moment, neither of us moved. Then she cupped my cheeks and kissed my lips tenderly. At that moment I loved her too. Was it because I was overcome by losing John? Was it the alcohol? Or was it my true feelings? I was too confused to think. I returned her kiss, and soon we were hugging and French kissing.
The next thing I realized, I was being guided to my bedroom by Penny. She slowly undressed me, unclasping one button at a time. My eyes were hypnotized by her fingers as my blouse was pulled off my shoulders. Not long after, my skirt landed on the rug as well. I was standing before my BFF in my underwear, not sure what to do. Penny unfastened my bra straps, and lightly rubbed my exposed C-cup breasts. Her warm delicate touch was pleasant and erotic. I moaned and hugged her neck. She gazed lovingly into my eyes and murmured, "Love, I waited too long for this moment. I want you so much..."
I whispered, "Penny, I also love you."
She knelt before me, lowered my low cut panties, and stared at my landing strip, "Your cunt is perfect. Just like I imagined it to be."
She buried her face down there, sniffed it, and I felt her tongue licking my moist folds. I spread my legs, letting her into me, feeling immense pleasure. Her tiny tongue swirled rapidly, now and then penetrating the hole, making me hornier by the moment. I pulled her face deeper into me, and within seconds came with a whimper. She continued munching on my labia for a couple of minutes and then slowed down. She stood up, and I saw her face stained with my juices. I kissed her lips. Penny was somewhat shorter than me, with brown wavy hair, pretty face, and D-cup tits that, despite her age, stood firmly high on her chest.
She undressed. When she finished, I bent onto her large boobs and gingerly sucked on her dark nipple. She groaned and muttered, "Jenny, let's get on the bed. It will be more comfortable."
She lay me on my back and mounted on my body. Penny kissed me passionately as her hands tweaked my nipples, increasing my arousal again. Next, her pelvis started grinding against mine. My wetness grew fast, but it wasn't fair; I orgasmed already while Penny hadn't. I turned her upside down, and changed direction 180 degrees until I was on top in a 69 position. I parted my thighs over her face and savored her musky-floral odor. Subsequently, I lapped and milked her nectar before licking her labia circularly, ensuring her love button remained untouched. Her groans were music to my ears and increased my horniness further. I inserted 2 fingers into her tight pussy and massaged the anterior wall. Shortly after, her tummy tensed, and she began shivering wildly. I continued kneading her G spot, and then I let my tongue rough her clitoris. Her body jolted in the air as her hands squeezed my tits, and she screamed, "Oh my god, it's so much better than I thought..."
Hearing Penny screaming and feeling my boobs being savagely manhandled, my own orgasm was not far behind, and I came violently, squirting onto her face without the possibility of stopping the constant stream. Gradually, I regained my strength and rolled onto her side. We stayed like that for a few minutes, and then I raised my upper body and looked at my lover. She opened her eyes and grinned at me.
I mumbled, "Sorry I squirted, but you aroused me too much..."
She smiled, "No need to feel guilty. I enjoyed everything. I wasn't ready for the sudden flow, but when I recovered, I tasted it, and it wasn't bad at all. Honey, I said it before, and I'll say it again. I love you dearly."
I chuckled, "I wonder how I would have behaved had I known about your love earlier. Would I have gotten frightened? Gotten cold feet? Cave in?... I do not know the answer, but I am happy we at last know how we really feel about each other."
