Good Friends - Sex Stories

Good Friends

... finger to my lips and tasted it. With the residue of salt on my lips, I leaned back and shut my eyes. What would another woman taste like? I wondered. I imagined putting my hands on soft breasts, nipples asking to be mouthed, then stroking down along a rounded stomach, beside the dimple of the navel... Into the curve between strong thighs, my fingers surrounded by curling dark hair, into a familiar yet strange wetness and warmth, a body breathing and arching under my gestures. As my mind drew me into this imaginary experience, I let my own hand pull up my nightgown, bunching up the fabric above my breasts to reveal my arousal. The coolness of my searching fingers made my nipples darker, harder. I felt the echo of the swelling I summoned deeper inside and drew in a small shallow breath. In my mind, I moved down further on the bed, my lips tracing the curves of the anonymous woman beneath me. I didn't see her face, only the light breaking over her body, the shadows as mysterious as her sex. I caressed her body, feeling the ladder of ribs under her taut fair skin, their rising and falling increasing with my attention. I bent down and placed my mouth to the intersection of her, my hands smoothing over her thighs, lowering to taste her as she let her thighs drift apart. I looked surreptitiously at the rose-colored folds and the glistening hair above them, sliding her open further with my hands, to see the wetness gathered there. Her scent reminded me of musk and vaguely of the ...

... sea. I tasted it on my tongue, feeling my own body respond to her low moans. I brought her smooth calves above my shoulders, and let her responses guide my movements. Under my lips, I felt her fevered skin tremble, her legs shudder in my arms. Her head was thrown back, her breath coming in gasps. She had thrown her arms back behind her, and was grasping the bed frame, quivering up and crying out more and more. I savored her movements and taste, each moan bringing me intense enjoyment. In my own bed, I bit down on my bottom lip to choke back my loud groan of release, corresponding to her orgasm in my imagination. My eyes squeezed closed, then I opened them with a sigh, relaxing again into the warmth of the covers. sl**p came quickly, and I dreamed of things and people that disappeared from my mind as I woke the next morning, but left me with a sense of unfulfilled desire. I didn't remember any more scenes with the dark-haired woman. * I went through classes as usual, but in the back of my mind was a new undercurrent that rose up every so often to remind me of my leanings. I passed women on the way to lecture halls who returned my gaze, and in their eyes I saw they knew it was not out of friendliness that I looked at them, and that their curiosity was returned. Walking around campus was now filled with sly glances and blushes, not all mine. I smiled thinking about it, pretending I was listening to a lecture about linguistics. The professor misinterpreted my small smile and half ...