My best friend - Sex Stories

My best friend

... help but say it as it is!’ I apologised Lynn laughed, ‘Don’t apologise, I’m sorry I am laughing, it’s not funny, I can’t believe you are still with him after all these years if that’s the way he treats you.’ I couldn’t help myself as the tears pricked the backs of my eyes and started to roll down my cheeks. Lynn shuffled over from the other end of the sofa and sat facing me sideways on, pulling me into her shoulder. ‘Hey, don’t cry! You deserve so much more. You are beautiful, kind and funny. Don’t ever forget that, his loss is someone else’s gain.’ I snuffled into her shoulder, grateful for her support when I felt so low. ‘Hey, look at me.’ She pushed my shoulders away from her and I brought my eyes up to look at her. She moved forward and kissed me softly on the lips. I pulled back in shock at the contact. Taking my face in both her hands, she kissed me again, her lips softly bushing against mine and then I felt her tongue stroke the seam of my lips. I exhaled, opening my mouth to accept her tongue as she gently pushed for a deeper kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth, stroking inside, increasing the pressure and my heart started to beat so fast. I was not sure how to react, part of me was so unsure but that other nagging part of me wanted it and more. She pulled back, smiling at me and stroking my cheek. Her caresses continued, her hands stroking the sides of my neck, below my ears and down to my collar bone, just soft, delicate touches, her other hand at the back of my ...

... neck, relaxing me with her touch. Her fingers moved to the v in my blouse, slowly undoing the buttons, lower and lower until she had them all undone and was pulling the fabric out that was tucked in my skirt exposing my front to her. Again, her fingers danced lightly over my skin moving back up to my decent size breasts enveloped in my sheer flesh coloured bra. My nipples pebbled hard under the gauzy translucent fabric and her knuckles skimmed tantalisingly over them, the pads of her fingers fondling the flesh above the top of the cup of my bra. My heart was beating furiously, my pussy felt wet and my cunt ached unbearably, I felt drunk, partially from the wine but predominately from her attention. Lynn moved forward again kissing me open mouthed, inviting me to explore her with my own tongue. Hesitating nervously, she sucked my bottom lip with her own, releasing it with a sigh, I flicked out my tongue and licked her lips, finally plucking the courage up to venture my tongue into her mouth. Our kiss was luxurious, a slow dance of tongues, helping me to relax further. Her exploring hands moved back down to my nipples, circling the aching buds, scratching across the knotted flesh, the sensations ricocheting down to my clit as I moaned into her mouth. Moving across to the catch at the front of my bra she released my breasts, the material springing away releasing my mounds Gently she moved the material out of the way, cupping one of my mounds, rolling the nipple between her finger ...