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(FF, 1st-lesbian- expr, rom) *** It all started innocently enough, Carrie and I were sitting around drinking margarita's on a warm spring day. She had spent the day helping her husband in the yard and I looked after the children. Carrie and her husband, Jon, finally called it a day around 4:00 and the blender came out along with the margarita mix and the tequila. Jon joined us for one drink but then excused himself to go take a shower. The children played in the yard and Carrie and I watched them and drank to our hearts content. As we sat and watched the children playing, we talked about so many different things. The sun was warm and as the alcohol began to give us each a little buzz we started to get very slap happy. Everything we said made us laugh. There were times when we were laughing so hard we had tears streaming down our cheeks. The longer we sat, the more we drank and the more intoxicated we became. The warm sun didn't help things either. We were both sitting in our chairs, leaning back, drinking and talking. I felt Carrie's hand brush against mine. I just thought it was an accident. I didn't say anything but I did wish she would do it again because it sent this little chill through my body. I took another drink from my glass and brought my hand back to rest on the arm of my chair. I looked over at Carrie, who had her eyes closed, and I thought she was asleep. I leaned back and closed my eyes too. Then, I felt her fingers brush against mine again and this time it wasn't an accident. She ran her index and middle fingers across mine very slowly and deliberately. She did this and I opened my eyes in time to see her grin. I got that same cold chill through my body as I did the time before. Carrie didn't say anything she just put her hand back on the arm of her chair. I know she is married. I know I am straight. But, Carrie is one of those people who are attractive and people are drawn to her. Her personality is magnetic and it's almost like she mesmerizes people. You don't know what's going on when she is around you because she has you under this spell. I think she could get anyone to do just about anything she wanted. Of course people are attracted to her and I guess I am just one of those people. But, I couldn't help but wondering if I didn't have a little more than feelings of friendship for her. Normally, you don't get cold chills when people brush against you, but when Carrie brushed against me, I had cold chills and I was just a little turned on, I have to admit. I sat there watching her in her chair, sipping her margarita, the sun draped across her face like an orange veil. It highlighted the delicate features of her face, her nearly flawless skin and her perfect lips. Which by this time, I wanted to lean over and kiss seductively. Her long, muscular legs stretched out before her led up to her perfectly toned stomach and full D cup breasts which were peeking out of her tank top. My small, but perky C cup chest seemed inadequate compared to hers, which were round and full and displayed ever so nicely. I wanted to reach over and touch her hand like she did mine then, run my hands over her thighs, up her tight stomach and rest them on her breasts, just to feel them and play with them for awhile. I imagined kissing her. Slowly at first, just little pecks on the lips, then more aggressively with my tongue inside her mouth and my hands moving up her toned arms and all over her amazing body. I began to feel warm and tingly inside and wet between my legs. My body was at rest but my mind was hard at work deciding what I would do next if Carrie would make the first move. The next thing I know, Carrie has her hand on my arm tapping me. What was happening? I was in this alcohol induced fog. She was asking me if I was awake. Great! I had fallen asleep. Yes, I told her, I was awake. Did I want some dinner? "Jon is grilling steaks," she said "Yeah, sure, I need something to soak up all the alcohol I have consumed." I tell her. We go inside and start sending children to bathe. I sit with Carrie as she supervises bath time. I watch her lean over the tub and I catch a glimpse of her breasts through the side of her tank top. The nipples are pink and semi-erect. Her tight, firm ass fills out her jeans perfectly and I feel like it is beckoning me to run my hand along its curve. She is perfect. Her body is perfect. I feel inadequate and completely hot all at the same time. I don't know how I am controlling myself, but I am, perhaps it is because I know I will never act on my impulses or maybe because the kids are around. Or, maybe it's because the alcohol is wearing off and I am losing my nerve. With clean children and a movie in the DVD player, Carrie and I make our way to the kitchen to prepare the rest of the meal. She pours us more margaritas. We toast to friends. I listen and help as she moves about the kitchen rambling about this and that. She stops to watch Jon, who is outside, and says in her resumed state of intoxication "My husband is really hot and I can't wait until tonight when we go to bed." She giggles and tops off my drink. I can only imagine what happens in their bedroom at night. I'd like to be present for one of those lovemaking sessions. I can imagine that Carrie is the dominant one, telling Jon where to touch her and how to please her. I can see Carrie holding a riding crop and wearing her heels, naked, straddling Jon and telling him to fuck her harder and make her cum. Of course, being the obedient husband he is, he would deliver. I could see Carrie using handcuffs and cuffing Jon to the bed as she gave him an earth shattering blowjob. Their lovemaking, lasting most of the night, would leave them tired, yet satisfied, in a sweaty heap cuddling together on their king size bed. Zoned out, Carrie brings me back to reality when she slaps me across the backside with a wooden spoon. She tells me either I get with the program or she will cut off my alcohol. I bring my mind out of their bedroom and back to the kitchen. I cut up the fruit she has laid before me and stay with the conversation. We drink more margaritas and I can feel myself becoming drunk with every sip I take from my glass. I wonder if Carrie is as drunk as me. She doesn't appear to be that tipsy, but as I watch her drain another glass, I realize she couldn't be much better off than me. Jon brings us steaks and the entire clan comes to the table. Jon tries to have a conversation with us, but the combination of talking children and drunken women is not something you can contend with if you are trying to do so sober. Carrie slyly slides her hand onto Jon's lap and starts to stroke his cock through his shorts. He shifts his weight in the chair and gives her a look as if to say stop that at the dinner table. He takes her hand and places it back on her leg. She looks at him, slightly pissed off and even more determined to get her way. I look down at my plate and concentrate on eating. I can see out of the corner of my eye that Carrie is inching her hand back toward Jon's leg. He is too busy trying to get the kids to eat and doesn't see her sneak attack. Her well tanned arm and hand land in his lap, where his growing erection is showing. She puts her hand squarely on the bulge and leans over and whispers something in his ear. He turns red, pushes her hand off his leg again and says, quite clearly, "Not here, not now and not when you are drunk." Jon gets up from the table and starts clearing the dishes. I feel sorry for him because he knows I have seen and heard what happened. I start helping the kids get up from the table and start herding them off to the bathroom to wash their hands and brush their teeth. As I stand at the bathroom door, I can hear Jon and Carrie talking in hushed tones in the kitchen. I hear Jon tell Carrie she needs to control herself when the kids are around and how dare her pull a stunt like that when company is sitting at the table. I can tell Carrie is really drunk now, she is slurring some words and she tells Jon he's just a damn old stick in the mud. "No wonder why we haven't fucked in two months," she says, as she puts dishes in the dishwasher and slams the door. He tells her to keep her voice down. "It's only been a few weeks," Jon tells her as he pushes in the chairs at the dining room table. "Oh, I forgot about that attempt you made at screwing me on our anniversary." Carrie is sweeping the floor and I can hear the disgust in her voice as she forces out the words. "You forget our anniversary, you don't even buy me a nice card and then, I can't even get laid. What the hell?" The broom bangs against the floor and Carrie runs down the hall past me, into the master bedroom where the door shuts and I hear her crying. I begin to think maybe it's not all paradise and happiness here. I herd the children back to the living room after they have brushed their teeth. They are oblivious to what has just taken place. Jon is still in the kitchen, cleaning up. He doesn't look at me when I glance in his direction. His head is down and he keeps working. I don't know if I should say or do anything. I want to leave and escape the situation, but I am not sober enough to drive home. I just sit with the children and keep the peace while Jon cleans the kitchen in silence and Carrie cries down the hall. Once he finished cleaning the kitchen, Jon tells the children it's time for bed. I offer to go upstairs and help with bedtime, but Jon says "No, I think you should go check on Carrie." I can tell by the sound of his voice that he is not ready to confront the problem waiting for him down the hall. I creep down the hall and knock on the door. I don't hear anything. I slowly open the door and I find Carrie on the bed, asleep. She looks so peaceful and serene lying there. I stand and watch her for a few seconds and then turn to leave. "Where are you going?" I'm startled at her voice. I turn back around to see Carrie's eyes open. I tell her, "I was just checking on you." "Where's my husband?" She asks. "He's upstairs putting the kids to bed," I say. "He's still mad at me. He gets this way a lot. Come sit with me." she says. I go over and sit down on the edge of the bed. It feels weird to sit there but I don't know why. I don't know if it's because of the tension between Jon and Carrie or if it's because of what might have happened between us outside earlier. "What happened with Jon and me out there?" She asks me, rolling on to her back and closing her eyes. She looks so beautiful lying there on the bed, her body draped with the sheet. "Did I make an ass of myself?" I stay quiet. I don't know what to say. I guess she was more intoxicated than I thought because she doesn't remember what she did at the dinner table. "Emily, what did I do out there?" I am still thinking about what I should say. "Em, tell me!" She pleads. "You put your hand in Jon's lap," I tell Carrie, not looking at her. "I didn't," she said. "Yes," I tell her, "twice." "Oh, it's all coming back to me now." She says, "I remember whispering…."She jumps up from the bed and dashes to the bathroom. I hear her dry heaving. I run to help her. I hold her hair back as she finally gets sick. I tell her it's going to be okay. She starts crying and falls into a heap on the floor. She puts her face against the tile floor as the tears run down her cheeks, making a pool streaked with mascara on the travertine. I stroke her hair and tell her it's going to be alright. I comfort her as best I can. She sobs and tells me Jon will never forgive her. I try to assure her that isn't true. Jon loves her. I get her a cool wash cloth and a cup of water. I wipe off her face. Her skin, like porcelain, is cool and clammy to the touch. I run my fingers along her jaw line. Carrie lets out a little murmur. I move my hand from her face to her upper arm and stroke it gently with my fingertips. I can see through the thin material of her tank top that Carrie's nipples are becoming more erect with every pass I make up and down her arm. I whisper that we need to get her up off the floor and into bed. She tells me she doesn't want to go to bed because Jon won't be down to sleep with her. "He's too pissed off about the comment she made about their not sleeping together on our anniversary." Then she starts to cry again, harder. After much coaxing, I finally manage to get Carrie to sit up and she throws her arms around me and buries her face in the space between my neck and my shoulder. She smells like perfume and laundry detergent. No alcohol or vomit. Even at her worst, she still comes out smelling good. I put my arms around her and try to console her again. She starts to calm down and begins to pass out. I don't want that to happen, so I suggest we brush her teeth and get her a shower. She likes that idea. She gets off the floor and goes to her sink to brush her teeth. With fresh breath, she begins to disrobe. I tell her, "I will get Jon so he can help you in the shower." She tells me "No, he's already asleep with the kids. I already told you he's really pissed off at me. He won't sleep down here tonight. He's done with me. When I do things like this, he refuses to sleep with me. He won't do it." I tell her maybe this time is different. She says "No it's not" and pulls off her tank top. Her perfect breasts are right there in front of me. Oh my god, what am I going to do? I quickly stop staring at her breasts and tell her, "I will wait in the bedroom for you. Yell if she needs my help." "Huh?" She asks. "You're not going to stay in here with me?" "Well, I hadn't really thought about it," I tell her. Carrie is taking off her pants and I see her perfectly toned thighs and her amazing stomach. Her lacy panties don't cover much. "You can't leave me in here by myself, I might pass out she tells me." Then, she does something I don't expect. She saunters over and puts her hands on my waist and pulls my shirt over my head. I don't even know it has happened until it's on the ground. I look at her in disbelief. What has just happened here? Carrie comes closer again and runs her hands down the sides of my body to my hips and moves her hands to the button on my pants. She unbuttons them and I just let it happen. They fall to the floor. She leans close to me and says "Step out of your pants Emily." Without so much as a word, I do what she tells me. What happens next comes as the biggest shock of all. Carrie slips her hand into my panties and runs her hand down my clit and then inserts a finger into my vagina. I let out a gasp. Don't worry she tells me, "I've wanted to do that for a very long time." "Carrie, I don't think we should be doing this. Not here. You're married. I'm…." She cuts me off before I even get the sentence out. "Yes, I know I'm married and you're straight, but I believe in having fun and exploring my sexual side from time to time. I know you're attracted to me. I see it every time we are together. Why else do you think I touched you the way I did earlier. I wanted to see what would happen." She says. "I didn't do anything when you touched my hand earlier." I say, moving back a little because the closeness is almost too much right now. "But you didn't do anything to stop me either. You liked it Emily. I could tell you did. If you didn't like it, you wouldn't be this wet right now." She pushes me against the wall and runs her hand down my panties and again sticks her finger into my clit. "You want me. I want you. Let's do something about it." she says as she starts to finger me. I can't even think straight. I want to do this, but I don't want to do this. I want to kiss her, make love to her and have her do the same to me, but not at the expense of her marriage, the mental health of her children or our friendship. I try to verbalize this to Carrie as her fingers move over my clit and into my vagina. But, the overwhelming feelings I have for her are too powerful and my mouth won't work. I am powerless. She is in charge. I am under her spell. Suddenly, it's like I am having this out of body experience and I feel myself reach up and take Carrie's face in my hands. I look in her eyes, which are wild with delight, and I bring her face to mine and kiss her perfect lips. She tastes sweet and minty. I kiss her again and again, running my hands along her jaw line and through her hair. Her lips part and we bring our tongues together at last. The tips dance together as they mingle and collide. We can't get enough of each other. Carrie removes her hand from my vagina and brings both of her hands to my breasts. She starts playing with them as we kiss. She runs her fingers in small circles around my nipples and traces my areola in perfect time with our kisses. I am in heaven. She gently tugs at my nipples and then grabs my whole breast and playfully kneads it in her hands. I can feel my body almost going to mush with every touch of her hands. It's bliss. Is this really happening? We pull apart for a moment and Carrie suggests we take this into the shower. I agree. She stops to lock the bathroom door and then starts to take off her panties. I stop her and tell her I will do that for her. I take her hand in mine and lead her to the shower. I turn on the water and instruct her to sit down on the bench. I kneel in front of her and begin to worship the body I have adored so many times before. First, I kiss her stomach. It's taut and tanned. I run my tongue from her belly button to just below her breasts. She begins to moan a little and emits a relaxed sigh. Next, I take her left breast in my hands and gently flick the nipple with my tongue. Carrie lets out an "Ohhhh!" And her body tenses up for just a moment then relaxes again. I suck on her breast gently while she runs her fingers through my hair and down my back. I make sure to give her right breast the same attention and then I set my sights toward Carrie's black lacy panties. But, before I make the trip south, I stand up, straddle her body by putting my knees on either side of her and kiss her. The warmth of her lips and her breath are driving me mad. Each kiss we share is more intense than the last and I can't contain myself anymore. I go back to my kneeling position on the floor. I place one hand on either side of Carrie's body and start to remove her panties. I kiss my way down her body as I do this. From the way it sounds, Carrie is enjoying this very much. I kiss her neatly trimmed pussy and let the panties fall to the floor of the shower. She picks up her feet and slides them out of the way. Even though I have never done this before, it's all instinct. I think this is how I imagined I would want someone to do this to me. I am living out my fantasy with my best friend, in her shower. This is not what I imagined, but it's amazing and it's happening. Carrie's long legs fall gently to the side as I put my hand between her knees. I run my index finger along her dripping wet clit and insert one finger in her vagina. "Oh, fuck!" She gasps. I don't think it will take long to get her off. I bring my finger in and out of her vagina slowly at first. She starts playing with her breasts and I kiss her stomach and rub her clit with my thumb. She is murmuring nonsense words from time to time and occasionally leans down to kiss me or fondle my breast. Most of the time, her head is leaned back against the wall and her eyes are half shut, like she is watching me and taking it all in, just like she had done earlier when we were outside. My desire for Carrie has taken over and I know what I must do. I take one last look at her beautiful face. I kiss her passionately and then I spread the lips of her beautiful vagina and I ever so gently kiss it. Carrie moans deeply. Her hand is now on my shoulder, massaging me. I kiss her clit again and then I begin to lick her. At first, it's long slow strokes. She likes this as her wetness increases and her moaning intensifies. I wrap my arms around her muscular thighs and dive in further. I use my tongue to explore her clit and vagina. She tastes amazing. I kiss her hole and stick my tongue inside and flick it from side to side. "Oh my fucking god Emily she exclaims Fuck me!" Carrie brings her hand to my head and pushes my face further into her vagina. I move one of my arms from her thigh and start to use my fingers to fuck her. I lick her and thrust my fingers deep into her throbbing vagina. She begs me to get her off, make her cum, and fuck her hard. But, I make her wait. I vary my speed and the intensity with which I lick and suck. Carrie is panting, sweating and ready to explode. When I think she can't hold on any longer, I decide to set her free. I quicken the strokes of my tongue and my fingers in Carrie's vagina. I start to suck on her clit a little harder and with more determination. Then, I start flicking her clit in time with her panting. "Oh god, oh, god, oh, god……" she keeps repeating, "Em, Em, oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodohgod." I go in for my final move. I lick her clit one last time and thrust my fingers inside her quickly. I feel her vagina contract around my fingers and I know this is it. I shove my fingers inside her once, twice, three more times, as I lick her clit and flick it with my tongue and gently blow on it. I repeat this one more time and suddenly, Carrie's vagina clamps down on my fingers and she screams out, "Oh-god-Emily-I'm-cumming! She bucks against my fingers and her whole body shudders a few times. She screams out in delight and then falls over on top of me. Her beautiful long arms draped across my back. She is out of breath and thanking me. I remove my fingers from her vagina as she sits up. They are covered in cum. She is shocked at the sight and leans in to kiss me. I've never had an orgasm like that before she says as she leans back and closes her eyes. I lay my head on her stomach and kiss it gently. I stroke her thigh with one hand and wrap my other arm around her waist. Carrie brings her hand to my head and stokes my hair and then my cheek. We remain in this position for a few minutes, together in a way we have never been before. "Emily, that was amazing." Carrie says to me as she starts to massage my shoulders. "How did you know what to do?" She asks. I look at her beautiful face, she is glowing after her amazing orgasm her skin is flushed and pink. I tell her "I don't know how I knew what to do I just did what I would want someone to do for me. I took my cues from you. If you responded positively, I kept doing what I was doing." "Well, you were amazing Emily. I just hope I can be as good to you as you were to me." "I have no doubt you will do just fine Carrie." "Shall I give it a try?" She asks with a wicked look in her eye. I tell her yes. She joins me on the floor of the shower and tells me to lean against the wall. I scoot back toward the wall and Carrie wastes no time getting down to business. She sits in front of me and leans in close, putting her hands on my knees. She kisses me very tenderly on the lips and runs her hands down my thighs. Her kisses become more intense and she spreads my knees apart and kneels between my legs. I love the way her tongue darts into my mouth and searches for my tongue. I love the way her hair feels when it falls on my shoulders when she is kissing me. I love the way she smells, too. I reach up and pull her closer and rest my hands on her waist. Carrie breaks from our kiss and her mouth travels down my neck. She kisses me sweetly and I begin to feel her hands stroking my body so gently. She takes my left nipple in her mouth and sucks on it. It sends me into orbit. I swear, I see stars and I let out a moan of pleasure to let her know I like what she is doing. "You like that don't you Em?" She purrs as she looks up at me through her wet hair. "Ummm, Carrie, do that again." I tell her. She moves her mouth to my other nipple and repeats her previous actions. I begin to feel the wetness from my vagina as it seeps out of my body. I want her to touch my clit and fuck me, but I am enjoying this so much I don't want it to stop, yet. Carrie plays with my tits for awhile and then she moves her lips down my stomach. She kisses it and licks me here and there. Her tongue and lips are so soft. I put my hands on the back of her head and run my fingers through her hair and begin to massage her scalp. Carrie brings her mouth back to mine and we share a very passionate kiss. I am so turned on by now that if she doesn't start fucking me soon, I am going to go insane. Our lips part and Carrie scoots her body back from mine. I begin to panic and think she has changed her mind. She looks at me with this intensity in her eyes and says "I have never done this before Emily but right now you're all I want." I look at her and smile "Carrie whatever you do will be amazing. Right now I just want to be your dirty little whore, so fuck me before I have to take matters into my own hands." Carrie looks at me and smiles coyly. "So, you are my dirty little whore, huh?" She asks. "Well, if you are my dirty little whore, I don't want to disappoint you. I am going to fuck you like you've never been fucked Emily. I will leave you begging for more you sweet little bitch." The dirty talk has started to push me over the edge. I can feel the intensity growing inside me. "You think you can fuck me like I've never been fucked before Princess? Huh? Do you? Well, if you think you can do it, try. You better give me the best that you have because you've got me so fucking hot and bothered now that I can't stand it Carrie. Get down there and start licking and sucking my clit Princess because I can't wait any longer." Carrie is obviously very turned on by our exchange of trashy talk and she takes great delight in her roll. She pushes me down to the floor of the shower and puts her body on top of mine. She kisses me deeply and with such intensity, I almost have an orgasm. The weight of her body on top of mine, the smell of her perfume, the way her hair feels against me, I want to file it all away in my head and remember it forever. I can feel her pubic hair against my bare pussy. I can sense our wetness mixing together as one. I want to taste her again. I want her to taste me. I want her. I need her. Carrie kisses down the length of my body, taking care to kiss me tenderly but not wasting any time getting down to business. She kisses the outside of my pussy and licks the skin sweetly. I look down at her when she does this and our eyes meet. Without breaking eye contact, she uses her fingers to part the lips of my vagina and lips down my sopping wet clit. I let out a moan that doesn't sound human. She is driving me wild. She laps up my juices and I close my eyes and enter a state of bliss. I can feel every flick of her tongue, every suck of her lips, her hot, sweet breath on my hole. I want to remember this feeling forever. As Carrie sucks and licks me, she inserts a finger into my pussy. "How do you like that you dirty little whore? Is that nice or do you want more?" I am surprised by her dirty talk, but I am also turned on as well. "I need more than one finger to get me off Princess. You better start licking and sucking a little harder too because I am ready to fuck you again. Understand? " She slaps me on the leg. "Oh, so you think you can fuck me again, huh? You think you can do better than you did the last time? Can you make me cum again Emily?" She slaps my thigh. "Can you?" She slaps my stomach. "Can you make me scream out your name and cum everywhere?" Carrie slaps my ass and then comes up inches from my face and asks, looking me straight in the eye, "Can you Emily?" I grab her arms and push her off of me and to the floor. I straddle her body and hold her arms down with my legs. I don't know how I have managed to do this and it has totally taken Carrie by surprise. "I'll show you how I can fuck you Princess." I stand up and walk out of the shower. I grab the nearest cylindrical object I can find and go back to the shower. Carrie is where I left her on the floor. I sit back down on top of her, looking her straight in the eye and say "You've done it now Princess. Prepare for the best fuck of your life." Scooting down her body, I take the bristles of the hairbrush I picked up from the vanity and run them along Carrie's skin. She is turned on and her body responds in a favorable manner. I spread her pussy lips apart and find what I expect, a sopping wet clit ready to be fucked. I flick her nub with my thumb and her back arches. This will be easy. I insert the round end of the hairbrush into Carrie and she screams out "FUCK!" I slap her on the stomach and say "Take like a women Princess." She shakes her head yes and I insert the hairbrush again. She loosens up and I work the handle back and forth a few times before I get good rhythm established. She starts to moan and I know she likes what is happening. Carrie moves her hands down and starts rubbing her clit while I work the hairbrush in and out of her gloryhole. I can feel her tensing up with each bang of the brush against her clit. I could be really evil and stop right now, demand that she get me off first, but I decide to give her what she needs instead. I keep working the hairbrush in and out, quickening the pace and lean in close to Carrie's ear and whisper "You ready to get off, Princess?" She shakes her head yes. "Well, you'd better scream out my name when you cum, Princess, because if you don't, next time, I won't be so nice." She nods again and says "Get me off Emily. Please, I want to fuck your sweet clit, you dirty little whore." I keep moving the hairbrush in and out as I bring my mouth down to Carrie's gleaming wet pussy. I lick her nub and suck on it. She yelps out in ecstasy. I start pounding the brush in and out quicker and tell her "Cum for me sweet Princess Carrie, cum for your dirty little whore, Emily." That's all it takes. Her whole body begins to tense up and Carrie's perfect ass comes off the floor about a foot. I pound the brush in two more times and suddenly she screams "EMILY FUCK ME YOU DIRTY LITTLE ROTTEN WHORE! YOU DIRTY LITTLE ROTTEN TEASE MAKE ME CUM! EMILY I AM CUMMING. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME EMILY!" Carrie's back arches and her pelvis flies off the floor. The force of her body knocks my hand off the hairbrush and I am suddenly afraid Carrie is going to hurt herself. I grab her waist and hold on as her body spasms from the orgasm. She comes down from her high and the hairbrush falls out of her and hits the floor. I keep my hands at her waist and stroke her gently. I look at her beautiful face and I see she is crying. I lie down next to her and stroke her face "Carrie, are you okay?" I ask trying to comfort her. I kiss her on the cheek and I taste her salty tears on my lips. "Oh, Emily that was amazing. I have never felt anything like that in my life. Oh, Emily, oh….." She just keeps repeating. We hold one another for a few minutes until we realize the water has gone cold. Carrie is the first to stand up and turn off the water. She looks at me and says "Come on Emily, now it's time I took care of you." She helps me stand up and we walk hand in hand out of the shower. She wraps me in a towel and begins to dry me off. She takes great care to be extra gentle with me. She dries off my back and then comes to the front of me and does the same. She plants her lips on mine and I feel her hands let the towel drop to the floor. My body knows what is going to happen next and I am eager to let Carrie be in charge. After kissing me on the lips, Carrie pulls me to the floor and spreads out a towel for us. I lie down and she spreads my legs apart. She goes right for my clit and begins sucking and licking with great determination. I feel her fingers sliding in and out of me and I know I am very close to an orgasm. I can feel everything she does with every nerve ending in my body. I wrap my legs around Carrie and she takes this as a sign that I am close to cumming. She slows her pace and adds another finger. I moan loudly and she moves faster. I can feel it happening and the words are coming out of my mouth before I know it "Carrie, I am cumming, oh, fuck me, you sweet, amazing Princess. I am your dirty little whore. Oh, Carrie! FUCK ME!" And with that, I explode. Carrie falls on top of me and kisses my clit as I come down from my orgasm. I run my fingers through her hair and thank her for making love to me. She thanks me too and kisses me sweetly on the lips. She grabs a big towel and puts it over us as we cuddle together on the floor. We drift off to sleep, exhausted from our lovemaking sessions. The feel of soft skin on mine is what brings me from my sleep. I awake to find myself wrapped up with Carrie on the bathroom floor. Her arms, draped across me, one hand resting on my breast makes me feel loved and safe. I watch her as she sleeps. She is beautiful. I kiss her nose and then her eyelids. I kiss her cheeks and then her lips. Carrie doesn't wake up. I whisper her name "Carrie, honey, lets get you dressed and into bed." She finally starts to stir. She opens her eyes and smiles. "So it wasn't a dream after all?" She asks. "No, it wasn't a dream, Carrie." I say smiling back. We clean up the bathroom and emerge to find some pajamas for both of us. We dress in silence, sneaking peeks at on another's bodies as we go. I am still turned on by Carrie. She is beautiful. She is amazing. She is like no one else. She is the princess and I am a loyal subject in her court. Sitting on the bed, Carrie looks at me and says "Emily, I don't know where this will go. I don't want you to think I am not attracted to you because I am very much attracted to you. I love Jon. I don't want to give that up." "Carrie, I never expected you to do that. I love you, but it's a different love than what you have with Jon. I can't even explain what I feel for you, Carrie. I say we just let things happen how they will happen." We embrace and I know things won't be the same as they were before. You can't go back once you've crossed that line. She kisses me sweetly on the lips and tells me to lie down and sleep next to her. We sleep together, but not in a sexual way. I like the feeling of security I get being so close to her and the way I feel when we brush against one another in the night. I feel safe. I feel loved. Jon comes into the room early the next morning and I hear him whispering to Carrie. He tells her he is sorry for being an ass. She apologizes for causing a scene. I act like I am asleep as they kiss and make up. Jon stops and asks Carrie, "How did Emily end up in here with you?" She tells him "She got me into the shower to sober me up and I got her all wet. I must have passed out for awhile because when I woke up, she had me wrapped up in a towel. She got me to bed and I told her to just stay. I passed out again after that. I bet she is exhausted. I was a pain in the ass last night." "She is a very good friend to us Carrie." Jon whispers. "Have you ever thought about maybe, uh, well, she is cute and all…." His voice trails off. "Thought about what Jon?" Carrie acts dumb, even though she knows what he is thinking. "Don't get mad, but have you ever thought about bringing her into bed with us? I think it would be hot to see you two go at it. I'd pay good money to see that, Carrie. What do you think?" "I think you'd have to ask her yourself, Jon. But right now, let her rest, she's helped us out enough in the last 24 hours. However, I am feeling rather horny and judging from the big bulge in your shorts, I'd say you are feeling the same way." I hear them kissing and giggling and Carrie leaves the bed to make love to her husband on the floor. I listen as she tells him what to do, how to please her. He is obedient and loving at all times. He brings her to orgasm, once, twice, three times. They proclaim their love to one another and after a brief nap, make their way to the shower. I hear them giggle more and I know what is happening. Then, I hear Jon ask "Why is this hairbrush in the shower Carrie?" I don't hear her answer I do hear her screams of delight five minutes later followed by a chorus of "Oh, Jon, Oh, Jon, Oh, Jon, Oh, Jon! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! YES, I AM CUMMING." It seems the long dry spell is over. I fall into a deep, restful sleep. Later, I feel someone's arms around me. I open an eye to find Jon on one side and Carrie on the other. I can tell by the look in their eyes, they are up to no good. Carrie looks at Jon and says "Well, go ahead and ask her." I wait for Jon's question as Carrie slips her hand under the covers and slides a finger into my dripping wet clit. I look at the two of them and ponder the question. Carrie knows my answer. Jon waits as I act as though I am pondering his offer. I tell him "Only if you lock the bedroom door and don't think this makes us lesbians because you two are married and I'm straight." He tells me he just wants to explore a different side of their sexuality. Gee, where have I heard that before? I turn to Carrie and with Jon watching, kiss her freely and with great passion. What an amazing friendship we have developed. If only I could convince Jake, my boyfriend to join us, I'd love to see him go at it with Carrie while I played with Jon. Maybe I can convince him after all, what are friends for? END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 50