I decided I should mix it up and instead of an Office story this came to mind. Hopefully there will be more to come!
Penny sat absentmindedly running her finger around the rim of her wine glass, barely paying attention to the reality tv show playing on her living room television. She drained yet another glass of pinot and reached to fill it again, wincing both from the effect of the alcohol and from the problem that was continuing to plague her thoughts. For soon it would be Amy Farrah Fowler's birthday, and she would have to get her a gift. And the problem, unlike trying to find something for Leonard or god forbid Sheldon, was not that she did not know what to get Amy, but rather that she did.
The thought had come to her the other night, also one where a couple of bottles of wine had been consumed between her, Amy and Burnadette (though of course she had drank the lion's share as usual). Through out the girls' night activities, Amy had, like always, complimented Penny on every thing she did or said; to the point it neared creepy stalker level. She knew Amy was just being her socially awkward self but this night she seemed especially enraptured by Penny. Even to the degree that when Penny complained bitterly about her sex life, or lack there of, Amy not so subtly hinted that as her best friend she would be more than happy to help her relive some of her, as she phrased it, "lady tension".
Both Penny and Burnadette laughed it off as another crazy Amy saying, it was not the first time she had said something along those lines, but for what ever reason, this time it stuck in her mind. She reluctantly realized she might be able to get the perfect gift for Amy, the girl who seemed to adore or even worship her more than anything else in the world: Herself. Because Penny had a secret that she had kept hidden from even Leonard during their brief time as a couple, the fact that she had gone through a very confusing time in high school and right afterwards when she thought she might be bisexual.
She had by now convinced herself it was just a phase. It had to have been. Through out her younger years despite being very into boys, she also had these strange feelings about the girls in her class. At some level she had always known that she felt different, but she noticed it more than ever a little after her 18th birthday. She noticed the way her friends' legs looked in their summer skirts, the way their perky breasts strained against swim suits at the pool and she tried so hard to keep her eyes averted in the gym's shower room. And to be honest these feelings scared her. Because bisexuality was not something that a popular, well liked girl experimented with in rural Nebraska. Finally all those feeling bubbled over and became unavoidable when one of her very best friends had confessed similar desires and thoughts to her one night over the phone.
Soon after Penny and her 19 year old friend Becky struck up a secret relationship, spending as much time together as they could justify with out arousing suspicion. Mostly it was an emotional support, a relationship where they could talk about the confusing feelings they faced with some one who understood. But it was also physical.
Penny lost count of the number of times the two of them had made out in the back of her car after cheerleading practice or in her parent's den when they were out of the house. Nervous and inexperienced hands sliding over and under cheer uniforms and tank tops. Penny tenderly caressing Becky's soft breasts as her friends gently nuzzled and kissed her neck. Clumsy but eager tongues fencing with each other, kissing until their jaws were sore. Penny still remembered the way Becky's hair smelled like coconut and the way her mouth tasted like berry lip gloss.
Once in a while when Penny was feel especially brave, or horny, she would slide her hand under Becky's skirt and cup her friend's mound, squeezing gently and relishing the soft moans that came from the young woman.
But they never went any further than that heavy petting. Not having the nerve to pull off Becky's panties, or take off all her own clothes and lay completely naked with her friend was something that Penny secretly regretted to this day. They were both just too afraid of what those actions might mean and who might find out.
Instead after their make out sessions Penny would race home, climb the stairs to her room and be stripped out of her uniform before she hit her bed. Her hands racing to remove her damp panties before urgently and roughly rubbing her clit, still thinking about beautiful Becky as her orgasm coursed through her young body.
Soon enough it was time for Becky to leave for college and after a tearful goodbye and promises to write and call, they gradually drifted apart, as friend hundreds of miles apart can do. For a number of years after that Penny was stuck in Nebraska and tried to put her questions about herself behind her and just move on, which usually meant moving from one dumb farm boy to another. This was something that entertained her while it was happening, but usually left her feeling a bit empty inside.
Penny snapped out of her reminiscing about Becky, something that always made her a little sad. All these comments Amy kept making and her general affection towards her had only served to raise these feelings up again, after she had been so successful at hiding them with strings of men. Only she was not so successful she thought to herself, always ending up hurt, unhappy or simply bored.
Perhaps this unresolved confusion was part of her problem. And Amy had always been so, so good to her, even if it was in really weird and unconventional ways, Penny thought to her self. She really did deserve a great birthday... and Penny knew for a fact that Amy was even more sexually frustrated than herself with that weirdo of a "boyfriend" Sheldon... Maybe this was an opportunity to kill a couple birds with one stone.
"Aw Screw it!" Penny said as she drunkenly rose to her feet in a moment of decisiveness. Next weekend was Amy's birthday, and she was going to seduce her best friend. And in the process hopefully resolve her unanswered questions about her sexuality and give Amy the gift she knew she wanted at the same time.
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The next week had been a blur with Penny barley noticing work or much of anything. Amy had of course been overjoyed when Penny had asked her to come to a birthday celebration she would be holding in her honor at her apartment. Penny got the sad impression that had never happened to her before.
Finally the day had come. Penny had picked out what she thought was the most seductive and beautiful lingerie from her admittedly extensive collection. Penny stood in the mirror admiring her trim form and smiled. She wore a matching set of very expensive sheer, see though black panties and bra that had delicate white lace trimming. The addition of high heels and a black silk robe, which temporarily hid her lacy underwear, made her feel like a million dollars.
With a surprising sense of confidence and strong feeling that this was the right thing to do she walked around her bedroom, lighting a dozen candles to set the mood. After putting one some soft music in the background all there was to do was wait.
Penny reclined back into her bed, strategically positioning her robe so that just hints of her bra, panties and her smooth stomach and legs were visible. As she waited she gently ran her fingers along he edges of her underwear, thinking about the night to come. She was just about to slide her fingers under the waistband when she heard a knock, followed by Amy letting herself in to her apartment. "Penny? Where are you? Am I really the first to arrive?" Amy asked loudly.
"In here Amy!" Penny replied, positioning her lithe body for the biggest wow factor possible.
Amy walked into Penny's room and stopped dead in her tracks. Penny had to stifle a laugh when she saw Amy's face which was a combination of mortified and ravenously excited. "I...I... uh, I'm sorry Penny! SO sorry, I know you like you privacy...I'll go! Where is everyone? Where is the Party?" Amy stammered as she tried unsuccessfully to keep from staring at Penny, who let a bit more of her robe fall away with a sly grin.
"Oh honey, tonight I AM the party" Penny said in her most sultry voice.
At this point Amy seemed to have lost all capability of forming coherent thought. Taking pity on the girl Penny got up from her bed and walked towards Amy, who still looked guilty like she had done something wrong.
Penny guided the dumbstruck Amy back to the bed where she had just been laying. "Sit down Amy, tonight is just about you." Penny said softly. "You have been such a good friend to me; I wanted to give you something special."
Obediently Amy sat at the edge of the bed, obviously beyond any ability to question or understand what was happening, instead seemingly just happy to let it happen.
So slowly, Penny let the silk robe fall. First off her shoulders, then catching on her arms, finally pooling in a glossy pile around her stiletto heels. Amy audibly gasped at the vision standing in front of her. Penny smiled widely and ever so gradually began to sway her hips and rock her body to the music playing in the background.
As the tempo of the song increased, so did Penny's erotic dance. Undulating her body like the most skilled belly dancer, she stared deep into Amy's eyes, occasionally tousling her golden hair or licking her lips naughtily. Penny teasingly pulled on the straps of her bra and ran her hands over her tan skin. After a few more minutes of her dirtiest and sexiest moves, Penny reached behind her back and undid her bra, allowing her full, voluptuous breasts to spill out. They were large and supple, but defied gravity with hard pink nipples pointing proudly.
"Dear god... they're even more beautiful than I imagined." Amy said quietly to herself in an awed tone.
Penny giggled. "Thanks sweetie, but you haven't seen anything yet." Skillfully Penny put one heel clad foot on the bed next to Amy, allowing her to get very close to the trembling brunette. She continued to writhe and roll her hips in a flirtatious show right in front of Amy's face. Penny quickly read Amy's desires in her roving eyes and said sexily "go ahead Amy, in this club you can touch the dancers... in fact it is encouraged!"
Still looking like she was in a dream and scared to wake, Amy reached forwards with both hands and firmly grasped Penny's swaying butt, squeezing as if making sure it was all real. "oh dear lord..." Amy muttered under her breath.
"hmm... that's is Amy, put your hands on me!" Penny cooed encouragingly.
