It was a bland and boring summer, I had taken my holiday pass for collage, and my friend had me house sit his large estate for a total of two weeks. My best friend lived not but a few houses away. She was the type of lady that every man wanted and most likely many ladies too. You could imagine my frustrations as she had labeled me her "friend". I had been talking to her for the past few days as i had not much to do in this rather huge house.
Today was different though, after our morning conversations about our obscure dreams and arguing to make her eat, she stopped messaging me for about two hours. I had no intention into thinking anything of it as her room mate usually asked favors of her so this was pretty usual.
After about three hours she messaged me a simple word "door!" I at first was confused, but hesitantly I walked to the door to indulge her. As I opened it, there she stood. her well figured five foot tall body was always a fantastic sight. Today she wore a snug satin red dress that hung from her golden shoulders showing a fair amount of her marshmallow like c cup chest. Her slender rosy cheeks and small pointy nose matched her small pouty lips and starry blue eyes. She was known for always dressing up, my favorite thing about it was she always wore some sort of hosiery under almost everything. Now under her glossy red peep toe seven inch pumps that matched her toe nails, she wore sheer black hose that vanished up her toned legs under her dress.
I invited her in, ushering her too the sofa. Our friendship was unlike any friendship I had ever had before. We fought and played like bother and sister yet we always ended up holding each other and kissing like lovers. She made it very clear that we where only friends unfortunately. We sat talking about random things that had been going on in our lives. she seemed very interested about my time in collage. She mentioned her ex boyfriend cheating on her but not going into too much depth.
Almost an hour went by, eventually our conversation landed on the topic of her first lesbian encounter with our mutual friend that was my height (just under six feet). I was under the impression from past occurrences she was a rather dominant lady and too my indulgence she indeed was! My little pixie went on about how this lady stayed the night making her do all sorts of things with her. I could tell as she recalled the memories she was becoming frustrated. Her legs seemed too shift more every minute and her hands rubbed her satin covered lap down to her nylon covered knee. Seeming to have had enough she requested I show her the restroom.
I sit waiting for her return but my mind was lost and clouded. It had been four long years of our friendship on many days it was much like today. Something about the way she presented her self not just in her appearance but also her actions drove me crazy. The first time I meet her, we went to my favorite location to relax and ease my mind. There was a forest behind her neighborhood that if you went in deep enough was a cliff that over looked the sun set. that day the sunset eliminated her. I remember her running through the grass with her, at that time, long golden hair flouting in almost a timeless way. Every time I look at her now that is all I see the serenity of her grace.
