~j~

I’d wondered for years if J. wanted me.  She’d make little comments like “We should go to YOUR place on Friday’s instead of happy hour and go in your hot tub.”  Or she’d play along when I wanted to get all the guys hot… she’d say “Oh SURE I’d love to be with a woman.”  I had no idea if she said it ‘cause I told her too or if that’s how she really felt.1

I guess I found out this past Friday.2

No one was really going out for happy hour.   We sat down together at the end of the day and talked about how stressed we were and how badly we needed massages and a nice relaxing hot tub and a glass of wine.  I wasn’t in the mood to take a risk so I didn’t say anything, and to my surprise she put her hand on my knee and suggested we go back to my place.  OK, T., don’t get excited – you know how girls are just affectionate and touchy-feely to begin with.  How many times have we made THAT mistake?!  Inside though, my stomach was doing somersaults.  That good bottle of wine I’d been saving just might be put to good use after all.  I tried not to gulp when I said, “That sounds like a great idea!”  I almost lost my mind when she said “I don’t really feel like going home first to get my bathing suit – are we going to be alone or is your husband going to be home?”  “Uh, he usually goes to the gym on Friday’s.”  (I figured I could call him on the ride home and say DO NOT COME HOME!)  That’s exactly what I did and he made me promise to give him all the details when he got home.   Sure babe, no problem!  3

There I was, like a dumbass, getting my hopes up again.4

I had time to get the hot tub started, get towels, candles, incense, grab two wine glasses and the bottle of Rosemount Cabernet Shiraz, and put on mood music before she got there.  The setting couldn’t have been any more perfect.  But I should be so lucky.5

We opened the bottle and toasted to friendship… she walked into my living room and I dutifully followed.  “You have a fireplace too?!”  “Yeh, unfortunately it’s a little warm for a fire though.”  “Yeh but fireplaces are SOOOOOOO romantic!  It’ll go good with the wine and candles.”  (GULP!)  “You want a fire?”  (PANT!)  “Could we?”  “I thought you wanted a massage and the hot tub?”  “Well you can massage me in front of the fire.”   (OH MY GOD!)  I really don’t know how I managed to squeak out the words “that sounds like a plan” without my voice shaking, but she seemed not to notice as she set the pillows from my couch down on the floor.  I thanked the heavens above that the fireplace was still set up from a few nights before when my husband and I decided at the last minute it was nice enough to have a fire outside instead.  I got it going and plopped next to her on the pillows.   She didn’t really make room for me but didn’t complain when I got real close to her so I could still be on part of the pillows.  Our shoulders touching, we toasted again, this time to fires and romantic evenings.  Just then, things got really tense.  You know, that feeling in the air when you both know you want each other and each is pondering how and when (and in this case IF) you should make the first move.   “Want that massage?” I asked.   “That’d be great,” she whispered.  I straddled her back and started massaging her shoulders.  She let out a soft moan and I about died.  I worked my way down to her lower back and slid my hands up her shirt.  More instinctively than anything else, I unconsciously started caressing her sides lightly, seductively, forgetting all about the original pretense of a massage.  Was that another moan I heard?  She pulled her shirt up to make it easier for me, and I continued, varying between massage and light strokes against her smooth, silky skin.  I could feel the heat between my legs and wondered if she could feel it too.  Time to be daring, I thought.   I unsnapped her bra and covered my intentions by massaging her upper back, hoping she wouldn’t hear the rapidness of my breath.  I worked my way back up to her neck, moving her shirt up as I went, until it was all but off.  She pulled it over her head for me, but left it on, draped over her arms.  Time to move to the arms!  I began massaging her arms, slowly moving the sleeves down as I worked my way to her hands.   The shirt slid off easily.  We hadn’t said a word for several minutes now, and in the stillness I was sure she could hear the beating of my heart.   She wriggled underneath me, and as I sat up to give her room to get comfortable she asked me “Let me turn over?”  Oh lord.  There she lay, me sitting on top of her, looking down at her beautiful breasts, caressing her stomach while slowly making my way up her body.  Without thinking, I brushed her long blond hair away from the front of her, letting my fingers glide lightly over her neck and through her hair.  Her intense brown eyes looked into mine and then settled on my lips as she licked hers.  I leaned down and kissed her lightly, quickly, on the lips.  She smiled at me as I pulled away and looked into her eyes yearningly.  She raised her head to kiss me again, and we locked in a passionate embrace.  “Come’re” she said and slid over to make room for me beside her.  We both lay on our sides as we caressed each other’s bodies.  I no longer needed courage as I lowered my body against hers and licked her nipples till they hardened under my tongue.  I traced circles over her body with the tip of my tongue and worked my way to the edge of her jeans.  When I got there, I leaned back, looked up into her eyes, and with my fingers, caressed along the line of her jeans, stopping at the button and traced my way down between her legs.  She gasped and spread her legs open just slightly.  I took this as an invitation and slowly tugged on the zipper till I pulled it down.  She quickly unbuttoned her pants for me, and I giggled at her impatience.  She smiled seductively at me and put her hand on the back of my head on the pretense of running her fingers through my hair, but I knew it wasn’t my imagination that felt her tenderly push my head down to her body.  I slid my hands under her jeans and wriggled them down past her beautiful ass, to her knees, and she kicked them off for me.  The only thing separating me from ecstasy was the silk of her panties.  I ran my fingers along the outside of the fabric, down between her legs.  I felt her dampness and her heat.  With my finger, I slid the panties aside and caressed her lips of her pussy.  She moved so that my fingers were against her clit.  I started stroking her in small, slow circles.  I sped up when I heard her breathing intensify, letting me know she wanted more.  She grabbed my hand and slid it down, her motions telling me she wanted my fingers inside her.  First one, then two as she moaned my name.  I hovered over her, trying to decide if I wanted to finger her hard or lick her till she came underneath my tongue.  I decided for the latter and I went down on her clit, feeling it harden beneath me.  She spread her legs wide and I slid my tongue down her pussy and into her hole, using my fingers to massage her clit.  Her hands grasped the back of my head and she pushed my face into her, and I happily lapped up her juices.  6

I spent the next 2 hours like that, as she came and came under my tongue and my fingers.   When she cried that she couldn’t take any more, I collapsed beside her, exhausted but happy.  We lay in quiet embrace for hours and she fell asleep in my arms, a serene look on her face.  But I think the best part was waking up to her kiss in the morning.  Hopefully we’ll do this many times in the future.7