Bradley 2.0
By Dawn Ramble
All characters are over 18.
As I struggle into consciousness, I feel a fingernail brush across my nipple and then it happens again. Am I dreaming? Whether I am or not there's no doubt my nipples are wide awake. More fingers cup my breast and then the lone finger circles my nipple again.
"Nice?" whispers a voice, and it's that of a woman. I realize this at the same moment that I realize the fingernail and the finger to which it is no doubt attached also belong to a woman. I have never had a same-sex encounter, but my body clearly does not care. I'm having all my natural responses to foreplay especially as the finger strokes down the between my breasts and on past my navel until it lightly pinches a turf of my pubic hair. It does not linger but presses on my clitoris and begins the same circling motion that had enflamed my nipples. I roll onto my back and sense the growing moistness between my parted legs.
There's a memory of having woken earlier. On that occasion I had been awakened by the sound of a door and in my semiconscious state I realized it was not mine but the other door to the shared ensuite bathroom. I heard the sound of someone peeing and then silence. That sound had brought me to the realization that I too was desperate to pee. I struggled out of the king size bed and hurried to the loo. As I opened the door, I saw Laura standing washing her hands. Like me she was naked, and her back was turned towards me. We made eye contact in the mirror as she reached for a hand towel. She nodded but didn't speak and as I hurried past her to take my seat, she moved to the other door and exited quietly. I was left with the impression of a stunningly beautiful nubile body.
I almost drifted back to sleep on the toilet but shook myself and made it back to bed. As I lay there it was my thoughts that drifted. All in all, I wasn't feeling too bad. I had had a lot to drink at the wedding reception but over the course of several hours, and I seemed to have avoided a hangover. Brad and Laura had invited me to stay with them as the wedding couple were mutual friends from our time at university. Dan, my partner, stayed home as he would not have known any of our gang from college.
Bradley, as he insisted on being called when I first met him, was a former boyfriend. In fact, we had a fairly intense relationship that lasted over two semesters. Sex with Bradley was conventional, but he had a great penis and the ability to come two or three times in a row, something I had not encountered with previous boyfriends. Then came my planned exchange semester at the University of Innsbruck in Austria. We did not make promises, but I think both of us were expecting our relationship to last.
Within the first week I was loving my first trip to Europe and finding lots of new friends. I had skied before but not a lot, but skiing was what my new friends did every weekend. It felt like a different world and when I ended up in bed with first one and later another of the boys, I realized that any vow of celibacy I had made to myself was broken. It wasn't that these were serious relationships, just no-strings healthy releases of sexual tension with like-minded guys. They also expanded my knowledge of different positions and how to get guys off. I can't say I was feeling any guilt, and I wasn't surprised when I got back to school to find Bradley had also moved on.
He and I did have one more fuck maybe six months later when we were both on a bit of a dating drought. It was just a friendly fun fuck. Shortly after that he and Laura met and quickly got serious. Bradley and Laura had married within the year and now three years later here the three of us were. When I arrived the evening before last, we enjoyed a good dinner together and I really got to talk with Laura for the first time. We had sat together, danced together and drunk together during the previous day's wedding. At some point Bradley had given up insisting he was Bradley and was now comfortable to be Brad. He seems all together to be looser, less hampered by convention and I credit Laura with the change.
And now here she is in bed with me letting her hands rove where they wish, and I cannot ignore the fact it's making me very horny. As I lie here, she slides on top of me and kisses me. I sense every pigment of her naked skin pressing on mine. She's slightly shorter than me but with larger breasts, not large, but larger that press against my barely B cups. She nuzzles against my neck and whispers, "God, you're hot!" before lifting her mouth back to mine. Suddenly my mouth opens, and our tongues are fencing each other. My nipples are pushing into her breasts, and I feel her hands on my hips. My hands are exploring her back and her butt as our pussies grind against each other. This is a totally new experience for me, and I'm surprised how turned on and yet at ease I feel. Clearly it is not new to her. This is no accident.
