Best Friends Exchange Club - Sex Stories

Best Friends Exchange Club

A flash of memory: A modest slap on my bare butt brings me back to awareness. I'm breathing I've just run a mile, except that I seem to be lying across the thighs of a woman, on a love seat. Her fingers are gently massaging my G-spot, giving me total-body aftershocks. Across the room on the sofa, I hear my best friend Sarah in the throes of orgasm. A quick glance between my aftershocks lets me see the black hair of the woman between her thighs, apparently licking her very well. "Miriam, how long have we been best friends?" Sarah grabbed my arm, stopping me in the middle of the park, and turned toward me. "I don't know, exactly. Maybe third grade?" She smiled. "Yeah, except for that time in eighth grade when we were fighting over Darren O'Connor. Who dumped us both. We swore we'd never let a mere boy get between us again." I sighed. "And we haven't. Boyfriends in college. Both married 12 years, kids in school and sports, crazy lives, we still do our girls' night out every month." "And our weekend in the city twice a year," she agreed. "And our weekly bitch sessions online." She laughed. "About how our guys never have sex with us, and we should just get together and do it. We always wanted to. Except we never will; it would feel too much like incest by now." I smiled, blushed a bit, and shrugged, and we resumed our stroll around the park. "How long until we have to meet the guys and the kids?" "The skating session goes until three," she replied. I glanced at my watch. ...

... "Another half hour. We should start walking there now." "Let's take the shortcut through the woods. It's quieter there and fewer people around." I grinned. "And why should that matter?" She flushed just a bit and grinned back. "I have something I want to show you." "Oh?" She put her finger to her lips. Clearly, she was enjoying holding back on this. She linked her arm through mine and walked a little faster until we got to the edge of the woods. "You know how we keep saying that we're too close to do the nasty together?" I glanced at her, blushed, and looked away. She was outstandingly beautiful today with her new short haircut, like Audrey Hepburn in her gamine phase, or Halle Berry. "Uh huh," was all I could manage. "I think I found a solution!" I stared at her for a second, then looked down. She was pulling a slip of paper out of her pocket. Best Friend Exchange Club! shouted the headline. I read aloud: "Want to borrow a best friend for a romantic night? We might trade." There was an anonymous-looking email address and nothing more. "Where did you find this?" "A friend of a friend pinned it to her Shareboard account." "So?" She hesitated, then blurted, "So I wrote her. Here's the reply." She gave me a second slip of paper. Best Friends Exchange Club! We are a pair of best friends who have talked about love between women for years, but have been too cautious or cowardly to actually do it. Then we heard about the Best Friends Exchange Club, met other best friends, and our lives ...